Chances Are Poem by Randy McClave

Chances are if we'd meet again
You won't know who I am,
Though you might remember the smile
Or you might recall the walk,
But, chances are, you will not.
And if we did meet on the road again
Would you smile and call my name,
Or would you forget who I was
Because now, we are not the same.
Chances are, you would walk away
And you would forget what you saw,
Even though you knew me then,
But, now my face, you couldn't recall.
And if we were in trouble in the sea of life
Would you be there to toss me a line,
I know I'd be there if only for you,
But alas, that was a different time.
And chances are, if we were alone
You would then smile and talk to me,
You would be my friend, and remember again
But, chances are; that will never be.
Chances are, that I will never change
And that I will stay the way that I am,
And you will stay the way, that you must be
But, I don't care, in this world of man.
I will act the way that I want to act
And I will do the things that I must do,
And I am not ashamed of anything or anyone
But, chances are, the hypocrite is you.
And as life is full of chances of her own
She has her own steps and stairs,
And could I see you on your way down
Chances are, I will be there.

Randy L. McClave