Another day

by poetrydiary

How many opportunities
lay hidden in this day?
How many happy lives?
How many gentle hours?
If only you’d turned the other way,
and spoken instead of thought,
touched rather than paused,
and taken your fleeting chance?
How many other ways
might you have lived?

But now the sun turns,
and with it all these lives are lost.
Move on,
into tomorrow.