Chance

What if a man is to trip? Wouldn’t he steady again?
What if a man is to fall? Wouldn’t he stand up again?
What if a man is to go wrong? Doesn’t he have a second chance?
We fall. We hurt. We mess up. We get lost.
But love. In the form of endless chances,
No matter how many times I require of it.
Is all that I ask for.

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