Missed Chances


If there was someway I could have,

The "overs" I desire…

The zest and drive of long lost youth,

That once set me on fire.


The innocence of being young,

Unspoiled by worldly ways,

The passage of those happy times,

Swift flight of years and days.


Now lost and gone, no way on earth,

To bring them back again,

I look into my youth and see,

Things missed , not known back then.


I think about missed chances,

All the things I should have done,

The times when I just merely walked,

But really should have run.


 Now I mark each day that comes,

In time that’s left to me,

Reliving now the dreams I had,

Through eyes that now can see.


©  2003  Loree (Mason) O’Neil


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