Second Chance

Into the magic, bubbling cauldron, I jumped in, my mind, a cacophony of din. I had thrown my life away. So, this is how it would end - into a boiling hell, descend? When I was born, did fate portend I would die without a friend on this decisive dismal day. Yet, this dreadful drop, my life didn't stop. Instead, I rose back to the top, and what did I see? I hadn't, for a minute, drowned, and, surprisingly, I'd found, I was small and round, a baby, pure and wee. Washed away, my life of sin, but memories, still dwelt within. I could live my life another way. I shouted with a happy voice - for each decision, a different choice. It was a time to rejoice. It would be a brand-new day. I would not have abandoned my friends. My life would come to different ends, and of the girl who gave my heart a lift, sweet, Mary, kind and fair, I would not leave her there as if I didn't care. I'd recognize God's gift. But it was not how it did seem. This potion gave me just a minute's dream. and I found there is no doubt, in life you don't know in advance, and there is no second chance, as boiling bubbles about me danced, and my light went swiftly out.