With every dream we have, <br />there is a dozen we leave behind. <br />In this world, there is no space. <br />There is no place, <br />for things Impossible to achieve, <br />and we forget them as time goes on, <br />along with our missed chances. <br />We do what we can; <br />with whatever skills we’ve got, <br />hoping it is enough, <br />to see us through. <br />Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. <br />It is something we will never know.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflection-on-missed-chances/
