The bus to my destiny had left without me. <br />I stood there just watching as it got further and further from me. <br />I started running but my speed wasn't good enough, <br />For when I stopped to catch my breath I realized that the dream was over. <br />Try as I might I knew all I had left was to walk in my own footsteps, <br />Dreaming of what I wanted to be.<br /><br />Clayton A. Engle, III<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missed-chances/
