Mistakes have been made- my score’s left unsettled.
I guess it all started when I dropped that damn kettle
Onto my bad foot- worse, my bad toe,
And if they didn’t already, now the neighborhood knows.
Unfortunate, really. Now it’s good for a laugh.
But what wasn’t funny was its started path
As the hardships continued on through the week,
With straight rainy days and an awful luck streak.
I missed my appointments, I was late to the train
All seven days, and it continued to rain
As I rushed my daughter to her seventh grade play.
I thought maybe ‘late,’ but not ‘4-hour delay.’
One good thing happened in the form of a store
That was selling antiques, and I needed some more
For my ancient collection, an array of lamps.
(You see the progression, so let’s skip to the chance)
The lamp almost saved me with its wishes inside,
I wished to fix my mistakes, and repair my pride.
It gave me the chance to relive my past,
And so I accepted. Some luck, at last.
I was back in my kitchen, black kettle and all,
I took care to avoid, and prevent the fall.
Bam! Back to the present, with hardly a glance!
For since I’d changed my past, I don’t get the chance.
Time is difficult stuff.