Second Chance

Some streets within the park today
Were carpeted in pink.
The rain had brought those blossoms down,
Which really make me think…

So much of beauty has a chance
To reassert itself,
Like objects in a thrift shop
Waiting calmly on a shelf.

Those knickknacks hope somebody
Will appreciate their worth.
Their prior owners gave them up
Like blooms that fell to earth.

But hopefully, another soul
Will see them as a treasure;
Just like that blossom carpet,
Which gave me a jolt of pleasure.

We all deserve a second chance
To strut our special stuff;
‘Cause oftentimes it really seems
That once is not enough.