The buds of misfortune
I came into this world alone and I will
leave it alone, and in between, I will take
Whatever life throws at me and do my
Best to lighten the load of others less
Fortunate than I.
Yes, misfortune has come my way but
I stood up to it and in time things got
Better sometimes only slightly, but
Enough to make a difference shedding
A little more light on the road ahead.
I have no agenda and I ask for nothing,
Complaining is not something I do, that
I leave to others better qualified than I.
We live in an imperfect world, so why
In God’s name would I seek perfection?
A kerbstone, a trip, a grazed elbow and
Jaw, broke my fingers and thumb, tried
To cushion the fall. No, God didn’t do
It, there’s no evil intent, it was my fault
Entirely, I’ve got eyes in my head.
I should’ve been looking, should’ve seen
What’s ahead, a crack in a kerbstone, it
Happens I guess. A bit like the time I
Slipped off a train, my attention diverted,
She laughed and she waved.
The buds of misfortune are all ours to
Prune, keep ‘em short, do not water,
Avoid letting ‘em bloom. An all year
Round effort, secateurs razor sharp,
Don’t wait for dead heads, nip ‘em off,
Cut back hard.
The signpost that points to enhancing
Life’s worth, passes you through Upper
Conscience and Staying Alert. Alert to
The pitfalls on a long winding track,
Watch out for the kerbstones, some are
New, some are cracked.
© Joseph G Dawson
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