Chance on One Another
One thought: I get one search each day.
I search and search in hope of that simple thing:
The privilege to love, and the honor of being loved
A question: the one I always ask.
Why is it so hard to find someone
Willing to take the same chance on me
That I take on them?
Chance: the possibility of something happening.
Lady Luck’s name is chance.
She is capricious, fickle,
Yet sometimes warm and comforting.
I fell for her.
I stood back up
and fell again.
Chance never picks up the pieces.
She keeps walking,
And all mortals can do is
Try to “catch me if you can.”
It is the story of my life.
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