National Poetry Writing Month – 4/3


Chances aren’t like sunrises
You can have another sunrise
And another, and another
And you can still be all out of chances.

Chances are owned and sometimes loaned
Someone can loan you all their chances
Believing in you, and when you walk away
They have nothing left but sunrises.

Some people get up and wring new chances out of their sunrises
Some people just get up and do what the sunrise demands
Some people realize that they gambled away all their chances
When the sunrise finds them on their knees and the light has gone bitter.


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