Chance

The chance was given to me

when I first opened my eyes and blinked,

when I breathed my first breathe,

and cried my first years.

 

The chance was given to me 

when I spoke my first word,

when I walked my first step,

and had my first laugh.

 

The chance was given to me

when I was given an education,

when I could pick up a pencil and write,

and think my own thoughts.

 

The chance was given to me

when I figured I could do what I wanted,

be what I wanted,

and feel how I wanted.

 

The chance was given to me

when I figured out what I wanted to be,

when I figured out what I wanted to feel,

and I wanted to be and feel happy.

 

The chance was given to me.

The job was given to me.

To be happy and free.

To be happy and free. 

 

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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