When I reflect it seems to me
Life has a pattern one can’t see
Plans are made and hopes are high
We often think we’re home and dry
When some small factor we’ve neglected
Causes an outcome unexpected.
People forget, or turn up late
Or have too much upon their plate
There’s a pile up on the motorway
Or the country has a holiday
A bomb scare or a factory fire
A wildcat strike, a faulty wire.
No one can predict the way
Our careful plans will go astray;
Time and again we’re on the brink
Forced to stop, backtrack and think
So our hectic lives are never dull:
But there are blessings in a lull!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013