The Lost Chance

Upon the stream of Life we see
The ship of Opportunity
Cast loose from wharf and pier,
And slip to sea; alone we stand,
Forsaken in a lonely land,
Beset with fear on fear.
Across the wave we cry and call:
" Ho! Wait! Ho! Wait! Ho! Wait! "
The mocking echoes fly and fall:
" Too late! Too late! Too late! "
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