Back there in the late sixties when I was in my prime <br />A few years maybe three or four before I discovered rhyme <br />I recall an old man bent from toil the years had made him gray <br />Saying make the most of your young years 'every dog has his day'. <br /> <br />Such pearls of wisdom find their way into our memory <br />And on looking back the years of time his words return to me <br />And like the dog I had my day but I wasted my prime <br />And now I wish I only could turn back the hands of time. <br /> <br />Some thirty nine years have gone by since I was twenty two <br />And I had dreams but dreams are dreams and dreams seldom come true <br />I had my chances of success but I left them go by <br />And I am one who cannot say that I gave it my best try. <br /> <br />Some with less chances than I have had are millionaires today <br />And it is true where there's a will there always is a way <br />And the well to do and the high achievers others wish to know <br />I too had my chances I recall but that was years ago. <br /> <br />The old man gray and bent from toil has long lain with the dead <br />But despite time's passage I recall what to me he once said <br />That 'every dog he has his day' to all those words apply <br />And I too had my chances of success but I left them go by.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-dog-has-his-day/
