Chance and me

I gave you an opportunity

Said Chance to me

A million and more times over

But I didn’t need it then

I petulantly cried

And you always come when you’re not needed

But Chance is adamant

And doesn’t like being slighted

After all it what is its purpose

if people don’t take him on?

Every single one of them

You squandered, rejected or ignored

And you expect me to forget?

said Chance incredulously.

Ok! I admit I screwed up

I was blind, proud and lazy

But can’t you see I need you now

I sobbed terrified at being left alone.

Chance and I continued to squabble

The conversation was getting nowhere

Or so we thought

But the more we talked

The more we realized

that Chance needed me as much as I needed it.

I need assistance.

He needed validation.

I needed reassurance.

He needed utility.

So now we’ve come to this partial truce

To give each other one more break

I take the chances that he provides

and Chance makes sure that he arrives when needed.