What Might Have Been
Piles of regrets gather dust in draws,
If only I had a feather duster.
How often fleeting chances missed,
If only dares, like mares I could muster.
Perhaps I should flip a coin to decide,
If chance to 'might be' blockbuster
Pops up like a billboard flashing by,
With 'play me right now' life adjuster.
Multiple worlds, multiple stories await,
Those that fire the ejector thruster
To leap into windows of opportunities,
Smashing glass to land a gangbuster.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017
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