In a world of once in a lifetime opportunities there are no second chances. We’re a lazy lot for the most part. Used to sequels and reruns as a matter of course. Thinking that life runs on a regularly programed schedule. But even the best clocks get tired and run down. We’re used to carrying around baggage and ignoring the immediate aches and pains. But one day, all the pains not acknowledged total up and come back to collect their due. And if fate is unkind we walk with a limp or worse. You wake up all twisted up like a pretzel. The stare of a pretty girl is no longer an invitation. A patronizing pat and they’re off. You get tolerated like an old tree stump that no one has gotten around to pulling out yet. And, the worst part is you have to grin and bear it all like a duck in a rainstorm of indifference. Carry yourself around like it doesn’t matter from the outside looking in. But the old game is no longer your own to pass off now that you’re no longer a commodity. No, you’re stuck with that sad faced solitary soul staring back at you from left crossed to right. No there are no second chances, only ‘woulda coulda shoulda’s’. And the wait in line back towards the exit door at thirty thousand feet to take a dive is ever so long and painstakingly slow.
No Second Chances