I was in Osmena Park <br />one sharp noon <br /> <br />Two twilight-aged folks <br />were talking while playing <br />chess board game <br /> <br />one said to his opponent <br /> <br />my son has the ability <br />but my son has no opportunity <br /> <br />and the other said <br /> <br />my son has opportunity <br />but my son lacks ability <br /> <br /> <br />I had learned <br /> <br />luck comes when opportunity and <br />ability meet<br /><br />Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/opportunity-and-ability/
