OPPORTUNITY

Dad in the Ganges

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 bid 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.


(sent to me by my Mum)