Opportunities,
They come
And they go,
Each reaching out
For us to take a bite,
To grab hold
Of a passing cocktail
Or sometimes the whole platter
But only if we partake,
For what passes by
Will never come this way again
So seize it now,
Throw fear and shame to the wind,
What lies before us
Is for us,
A feast of our own deserving
©SpiritLed 2019