THE CHANCE

He gasped at his first breath
Having slipped out of his cell
For nine months he'd been confined
Believing all was well
And yesterday he breathed his last
At eighty one he died
And all the distance in between
Was all he knew of life
He traded sympathy and mercy
For wealth along life's way
But he'd trade it all for one more chance
If he could hear God say
..."Well done good and faithful servant
You've finally made it home"
...But Alas, it's - irreversible
And that chance will never
...Come.

Copyright 2007
Stan Simons/ASCAP