The cost of never taking risk, you see,
Is spending years adrift on wishful seas;
For fear, like shadowed glass, can blind the soul,
And turn all dreams to dust, without control.
Each choice not made, each leap not dared or tried,
Leaves echoes in the heart that can't be lied;
Regret will linger, silent as the dawn,
Reminding us of moments that are gone.
A life untouched by courage. quiet, mild,
May seem secure, yet inwardly beguiled;
For what is safety, if it leaves behind
The restless longing, haunting every mind?
So take the chance, and step beyond the known;
Or else you'll wish you had—when dreams are flown.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2026 01:14
- Comment from author about the poem: If we don't take risks sometimes we may not get to where we are today.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Every breath and step a risk but some smaller than others. Chances taken so that others appear. A wonderful sonnet Andy
Thank you soren, so true.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
A calculated risk sounds right to me, Andy.
They certainly are Dave, thank you.
Andy
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