A Year Ahead
You plan a trip a year ahead,
The tour group tried and trusted;
Then suddenly you get a call
Which leaves you quite disgusted.
"We're sorry but we're cancelling.
Too few have joined the group.
How 'bout a slightly different time?"
Your spirits start to droop.
The flight's been booked, insurance paid
And everything arranged;
Yet you're supposed to say "Oh, sure"
When all must now be changed.
It doesn't pay to plan, for if
Experience does serve,
When you're prepared to swing away,
Life throws a nasty curve.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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