I plead for a chance,
only for you to smile at me like a shiny rotten wood.
I ask for a chance on your own standards,
but you demand and expect perfection.
Don't you know my very best is my perfection?

I caught you down the road of life asking yourself these questions:
How many have I given a chance?
How often have I given chances?
The one you came in your life to stick with you as one, the leading leaders within your country, the lower-rulers in your community, school, and....
How many should I mention?