Ever since I was 10,
Poetry has always had a soft spot in my heart. I compose, I read, and I treasure every bit that is poetry.
But when I finally stumbled upon one that has a heart, I was overwhelmed with emotions. The poem is called '
OPPORTUNITY', penned by Walter Malone hundreds of years ago. But Malone vividly captured in words what opportunity is that no other writer has ever done properly. " They do me wrong who say I come no more/ When once I knock and fail to find you in/ For everyday I stand outside your door/ And bid you wake, and rise, to fight and win".
Opportunity is said to be that thing that is ever by us. Only we are never sharp enough to notice it. It never leaves, however long it stays around us while we do not take it in. It is comforting to know that we are liable to second chances always in life. "Wail not for great chances passed away/ Weep not for golden ages on the wane/ Every night I burn the books of the day-/ At sunrise, every soul is born again." Yes, every dawn is a new day to achieve what we failed to yesterday. It is pointless to cry, Malone tells us. And rightly so for we always find fault with something when we fail to achieve. But do we pause to remember that that will not solve nothing..? Will it not be Ok to channel that energy into focusing on the next Opportunity to correct things....?
Opportunity is a 6 stanza poem with 4 lines in each stanza. Written in the evergreen, soothing and lovely iambic pentameter, it is one poem you will draw great inspiration from. A poem that will beat with your heart. Pushing adrenaline with every word. You must check it out, all you who are losing the battle. Life is not pointless and thankless. Just read this poem to realize that. Here it is;
OOPORTUNITY
They do me wrong who say I come no more,
When once I knock and fail to find you in,-
For every day I stand outside your door,
And bid you wake, and rise, to fight and win.
Wail not for precious chances passed away,
Weep not for golden ages on the wane,
Each night I burn the records of the day,-
At sunrise every soul is born again!
Laugh like a boy at splendours that have sped,
To vanished joys be blind and deaf and dumb;
My judgements seal the dead past with its dead,
But never bind a moment yet to come.
Though deep in mire,wring not your hands and weep;
I lend my arm to all who say, "I can."
No shamefaced outcast ever sank so deep,
But yet might rise and be again a man!
Dost thou behold thy lost youth all aghast?
Dost reel from righteous Retributions blow?
Then turn from blotted archives of the past,
And find the future's pages white as snow.
Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spell;
Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven;
Each norning gives thee wings to flee from hell,
Each night a star to guide thy feet to heaven.
'But' you say, 'I lost out yesterday. I am a failure and have lost my opportunity.' The poem says otherwise.
'Take care of today,' Opportunity cautions. 'Yesterday is forgiven and forgotten that your failures may not hinder you, though what you have achieved is with you always, to help you today!'