One More Chance Again

by
Phil Cerasoli

“Cynics know the answers
without having penetrated deeply enough to know the questions”
 - Marilyn Ferguson




      ONE MORE CHANCE AGAIN
      by Phil Cerasoli

      In any given gathering where two or more debate
      You can hear the cynics voices in the crowd.
      With variations on a theme they tell us, more or less,
      Behind each silver lining there's a cloud.

      And these cynics try to tell me that tomorrow never comes;
      That "tomorrow's" just a word...an easy way
      To define that phantom point in time that's always out of reach
      And that all there is to think about's today.

      But it's hard for me to swallow that hardline point of view.
      'Cause to think from day-to-day's a pointless sin
      And although each day's important, there's more to Life than that
      Which is where Tomorrow's promise fits right in.

      If the cynics minds were open, I would lead them to a place
      Where they could watch a miracle unfold
      As the inky blackness of the night begins to melt away
      And the crest of eastern mountains turns to gold.

      And there before their very eyes, the sun begins to rise,
      It's rays carressing objects in their way.
      And they would view the miracle I'd brought them here to see:
      The promise of Tomorrow...here today.

      'Cause Tomorrow's not a phantom, she's a promise sent from God
      And she holds our future firmly in her hand.
      And I pity the poor cynics who can't see her when she comes
      Because they've got their heads stuck deep in sand.

      But I can see Tomorrow for she comes for me each dawn;
      She takes my hand and leads me in a dance.
      Then before we leave the room, she whispers in my ear,
      "Today's the day I give you one more chance...

      One more chance to listen to the music that is You;
      One more chance to take in Nature's sights.
      One more chance to make up for the sins of yesterday;
      One more chance to turn wrongs into rights.

      One more chance to reaffirm the love you have inside
      For friends and lovers...even strangers too.
      One more chance to step a little closer to your dreams;
      One more chance to make them all come true.

      One more chance to stare into the universe at night
      At stars that sail the skies in heaven's wake.
      One more chance to ponder what it is that Life's about
      And how you're so darned lucky to partake.

      One more chance to reach out for the goals outside your grasp
      One more chance to prove just what you're worth.
      One more chance to celebrate the beauty that's been sent
      By God to all of you on Mother Earth".

      The day goes by too quickly and when the sun has slipped
      Below the blue Pacific to the west;
      It's then Tomorrow kisses me upon my cheek and says,
      "The day's been long. I'll leave you to your rest...

      But when the inky blackness of the night begins to melt
      And the crest of eastern mountains turns to gold,
      I'll come again and wake you up and sing you Morning's song
      And we can watch the sunrise while I hold...

      You tightly in my warm embrace until it's time to rise;
      I'll whisper soft and low to you, and then,
      I'll send you out to face the world to see what you can do
      With my precious gift of One More Chance again".

      Copyright 2001 - Phil Cerasoli

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