People with second chances experience the world’s beauty,
they trade busyness for brevity, taste the air’s freshness,
breathe scents that waft through open windows,
salty ocean breezes, wet earth after rain.
They share their second-chance world with others,
and their world gets larger. In the midnight market
of negativity, dark forces linger and sneak up to the
windows of those with second chances.
But the instincts that have given substance to lives
re-birthed are as strong as bamboo roots; they can rest
under the spreading shade of deceptively frail splendor.
Second chances are sweet with a trace of salty tears.
Second chances are never like the first.
Second chances spell relief: The desire to do things better
the second time is like reincarnation even while still alive.