Chance is stepping on a line, <br />Chance is playing games with time. <br /> <br />Chance is a wishing, yearning dream, <br />Chance is picking for its team. <br /> <br />Chance is never set in stone, <br />Chance is what leaves us alone. <br /> <br />Chance is living, dying well, <br />Chance is what can never tell. <br /> <br />Chance is daytime’s morning light, <br />Chance is the darkest of the night. <br /> <br />Chance is hope and asking please, <br />Chance is the chance you have with me. <br /> <br />Chance is what you get, or not, <br />Chance is all that I’ve forgot. <br /> <br />Chance is wanting to be loved, <br />Chance is getting pushed and shoved. <br /> <br />Chance is one more hour, day, <br />Chance is the way the game is played. <br /> <br />Chance is the ruler of the world, <br />Chance is the oyster’s shining pearl. <br /> <br />Chances are, this poem is great, <br />Chances are, way after I’m ‘Late’.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chance-2/
