Wasted Chance.. A wasted chance. When the others are all gone, When the flatterers are all done, And the daylight hours seem empty, And the nights interminable long, With age not being kind to thee, That has left you tired and lame, It’s then that you may remember me, It’s then that you’ll recall my lover’s song. I wrote the words with tender rhyme, My heart full on my sleeve all that time, But of my sincerity you saw but dross, And of myself scorned as no loss, As you described me as just a toss. It saddens me to think a chance was there, To touch heart to heart, joy to share, For rare are such chances given, When strangers touch through life’s cloth woven, Even though we be not similar driven, ‘Tis insult upon Aphrodite’s blessing given, Instead to callously take such tender cloth.. and riven.