Second Chances

CARRY ON TUESDAY

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asks us to use the words from Sarah McLachlan's novel 'Angel'

Spend a whole lifetime waiting for that second chance.

SECOND CHANCES

(After Patience Strong)

We can spend whole lifetimes waiting 

For that hope-for second chance,

For another invitation

To take part in the Living Dance.

It's easy to throw in the towel

When first ones hopes are dashed,

And that little dream you aimed so high

Has fluttered and then crashed.

Remember the dreams of childhood?

Anything was possible then.

But remember how we tried and failed

And never tried again?

'How could I have imagined

I'd ever make the grade?

Better give up dreaming

And be average and staid.'

And so we trudge through a humdrum life

Still hoping that one day

A second-chance might eventuate,

Colouring the grey.

But memories of past failure

Will always hold us back,

Making us defensive

And not on the attack.

Take down those half-forgotten dreams,

Grown dusty on a shelf!

Don't leave everything to chance,

Create that chance yourself!

It's those who try and try and try

Who get there in the end.

Create your own second chances.

Good luck to you, my friend.

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WHAT A CHEEK!

This 'naughty' illustration

Belongs to a certain age,

When 'saucy' was a much-used word,

And innuendo was the rage.

The pubescents of the present time

Would find this really boring,

And the thought of lobster involvement

Would surely set them snoring!

Now, when everything is 'out there'

And, also, 'anything goes'

They wouldn't see the purpose

Of this titillating pose.

But so much was forbidden

In the time of which I speak,

That the thought of a little waitress

'Turning the other cheek'

Would have sent boys into paroxisms

Of lascivious delight.

They'd have feasted on the memory

Way, way into the night!

When people are repressed,

(And I should know, for I was there,)

Silly little things like this......

Dainty underwear,

Accidental 'touchings'

A whiff of perfumed air,

The brushing up against one

Of a lock of wayward hair,

Are electrically exciting!

So don't pontificate

About the boring lives we led.

Leading them was great!

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