Opportunity

[Sweet Jasmine]

Opportunity
In and old city by storied shores.
Where the bright summit of Olympic Soars.
A cryptic statue mounted towards the light.
Heel Winged, Tip-toed, and poised for instant flight.

O statue. Tell your name. a traveler cried.
And solemnly the marble lips replied.
You call me Opportunity!.
I lift my winged-feet from earth
To show how swift my flight.
How short my stay. How fate is every waiting on the way.

But why that tussing ringlet on your brow?
That men may seize mean moment.
How is my other name?
Today is my date.
O, Traveller tomorrow is to late.​

 

[TJgamer]

Extroardinary concept and idea. I feel the same way about opportunities as well.
It's best to treat every day as your last....because it just might be.
One things troubles me though, the lines and structure can have any reader lost in a certain way, until they re-read it.
But your poem is still very well done, good work.

 

[Soul.]

A very short one, but very unique!

 

[Sweet Jasmine]

Thank you for the compliments. :)

Appreciated. ^_~;