Opportunities.

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They are being handed in like a flower

And when it is reached, growing much taller

When chances missed, the flower dries, like paper

Pressed in a book, to be used again, for a favor

And hope again, rises like sunshine, that arrives

We need strength, and to know how to trust

I missed many of them, to take, I must

Patience, time, it will come, another day

To help as much as I can, that's all that matters

And if no energy is there, then light will pour

As long as we are happy

As long as we can aim integrity

Maybe good things do split

So better ones stay set

A hidden guide is coming

a message someone is sending

To find, follow, fix

To question, the other ones ahead

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