Lost Luck

I stare back at my reflection,

I see only black and white,

The colours have disappeared-

Out of sight!

As subtle hues track their way in,

I still keep looking for brighter light.

I let the colours go unnoticed and buried,

Which must not give me delight-

For I know, someday, in the future,

I will visit the untraced opportunity’s grave in regret:

And it wouldn’t be fixed,

Despite however much I fret.