I know of a great door which has no ****,
No handle to grip, no doorbell to throb,
Long ages I've sat against its base,
And dreamt of the wonders behind its face.

Opportunity
knocks when you've stopped answering;
Open the **** door.

He is running for me
While I'm chasing you
I'll give him a chance
He does what you don't do.

Irony comes by
I saw him today with a big smile
And he remind me
That the way he looks at me
Is the way I used to look at you.
Inexplainable bright that shines
From his blue sea eyes  
He kisses me and he loves me too.

He is running for me
And I am chasing you,
I'll give him a chance
He likes me the way I like you
He likes me not like you

Without taking our first breath
we would never learn to breathe
Without having our first taste
we would never learn to feed.
Without taking our first step
we would never learn to walk
Without saying our first word
we would never learn to talk.
Without making our first mistake
we would never learn to learn
Without having our first dream
we would never learn to yearn.  
Without feeling our first want
we would never learn to need
      Without taking our first chance
      We can never hope to succeed !
© Damian Murphy 2020

and we stay like this:
with fright,
cradling What If in our arms,
caressing Maybe's forehead.
confused.
fearful.
not knowing in which direction to go.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.
one more hour.
one more day.
they all pass by like that because...
we are waiting.

we are waiting
for a certain day so we can make that step,
the same when
we were waiting
for the school bell to announce the break.
we are waiting
for help,
but we never ask for it.
we are waiting
for another day to pass,
leave it,
maybe
tomorrow it will be okay.
we are waiting
for a sign,
a phone call,
it's not like I could call him to ask him out.
we are waiting
for the rain to stop,
so we won't ruin our hair
/pretty shoes
/coat
/etcetcetc.
we are waiting
for something we don't even know what it is,
because it would not be ok to do this or that.
we are waiting
because the sun did not rise yet and
it is too dark outside.
we are waiting
for ourselves.
we are waiting
without an aim.
maybe
something will happen so
we won't be bound to do things
we are afraid of and things
we are not sure of.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.

instead of getting the best out of every little thing that gives us the chance to discover, we stand in line for our own happiness...

you know that saying:
instead of us thinking thoughts,
the thoughts think us...

Today will soon be history
But what an opportunity
For us to shape our destiny!
It would not seem to make much sense
For us to waste this our one chance
To really make a difference!
Our yesterdays we must forget
Today is the one chance we get
for tomorrows without regret.
We should all embrace each new day
Tomorrow be able to say
We made the most of yesterday.

I made her feel wanted
when SHE was in need.

An opportunist takes spilled milk, adds sugar, makes ice cream.

An optimist believes it will all sell before it melts.

A pessimist complains that no one buys plain vanilla anymore.

A lot of us are still crying over spilled milk.

I heard that I was in your eyes
but when I visit You
I am sure about that!
and Your smile makes the site brighten.

Oh Lord, Take my Potential
And do with it what you will
For I squander opportunity
And fear I always will

I seek to love and honor you
And some days find my way
Yet the next will find me wanting
As myself do I betray

I seek to know and understand
The purpose I am serving
The thing that I most fear
Is that you find me undeserving

So I study and I scramble
For the tiniest attainment
And take solace in the truth
I am providing entertainment

1999