Chance

Chance

A Poem by DarkHairedDreamer

Chance

 

A house is not a home -

Just as a cliff is not a diving board

A woman is not a mother

Simply because she has a child

The lick of fire does not always burn

The needle is not always

Followed by thread

The voice of an angel

Is not always in tune

And because you have sight

Doesn’t mean you can see

 

© 2014 DarkHairedDreamer


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Added on June 15, 2014
Last Updated on June 15, 2014