The fortunate make the choices well,
When chance and fate ring the bell,
And bring them to the moments of acceptance,
Their prayers are granted bounteously,
For the world and wealth, power and place.
Lost I the chance in frivolous demands,
Lust muffled my mind, suspended my sense,
Begged for a thing trash and rubbish,
Blackened my face, heart and hands,
Ah! Life is too short to compensate the folly.
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Life is never too short...
and there's always tomorrow.
There is a great deal of angst and a sense of loss in this poem, like you've lost something forever. I couldn't help but feel sad for that. I was a little downhearted by the finality of it all, being as how I've always believed today to be the first day of the rest of my life. So...I liked how you played the angst, but the ending left me depressed because well...I've never believed it too late for anything.
I thought the rhyme was very good and the language was used well and not skewed like it so often is with ESL poets.
Nice work. There is a spirituality to your work that I enjoy.
Al
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