A Poem...
Opportunity
They do me wrong who say I come no more
When once I knock and fail to find you in;
For every day I stand outside your door
And bide you wake and rise to fight and win.
Wail not for precious chances passed away!
Weep not for golden ages on the wane!
Each night I burn the records of the day.
At sunrise every soul is born again.
Snow same time ten years ago...
...Walter Malone
Snow same time ten years ago...
...February, 2000
Have a good day in the snow...
Esmee Lynne
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