Chances - A Poetry Excerpt from Neglected But Undefeated...by Jonathan Anthony Burkett...

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Chances

Chances, are they really worth taking

Like the chance of a broken heart

Is it really worth it?

When only in the end

You feel only as if

You've been hit with a hot iron

That is now just lying down on your chest

While you feel the pain from the hit

Like the chance of an unsuccessful dream

Is it really worth it?

To feel that pain in the end

'Cause of the wasted years of your life

Trying to succeed in that one thing

That so many others have also tried and failed, as well

The question though is

The pain that we feel from

All these struggles in life

Is it really worth it?

I understand we only live once

But is it all really worth it?

~~~

I've been reading this book,

lost in the life of this author...

I had to share some part of it...

so you can begin to know him...

Didn't even ask his permission

Must begin to share his story...

Please watch for more soon...

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