ON THE CHANCE OF HOPE
 

I'll never be much of what I hoped,
time just would not allow,
not that the effort wasn't fun,
on the chance of hope, I go on.

I'll never go to many places,
that I had wanted to visit,
the world was too vast,
time and money too scarce.

I'll never do many things,
that had seemed they may be fun,
time has gone by and things forgotten,
on the chance of hope, I go on.

I'll never give to you,
much of what I had hoped,
it hurts to think that I can't,
but must be accepted in life.

I'll never take you to many places,
that I had really wanted to,
the time and space were always wrong,
the price of going too high.

I'll never be much of what was available,
such a short time ago it seems,
so much valuable time has slipped away,
on the chance of hope, I go on.

I'll never be what I could have,
had I known what I could be,
I just settled for smallness,
while the vast of life was before me.

A hundred years from now,
it won't really matter too much,
of what I did or did not do,
or of what I ever became.

But in this moment, it pains inside,
being aware of wasted time,
the frustration of being aware,
hearing time ticking away.
 
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
February 28, 2002