Bad Fortune

The alarm goes off with an earsplitting ring, It’s five in the morning, I can’t see a thing, I rise reluctantly from my comfortable bed, And take two aspirin to ease my head, I walk around clumsily like any other morning, Slowly, my coordination starts forming, In the car, I hear the news, more bad times, Traffic’s bad, weather’s worse, a thousand more crimes, I get into work and what do I see, A pink slip on my desk, just waiting for me, Thoughts run through my head as I walk back out the door, How will I tell my wife I can’t provide anymore, As I contemplate my problems and curse my life, A plane slices through my office like a shearing hot knife, As the day goes on, things only get worse, Buildings are collapsing, debris is dispersed, As my wife weeps at my side for friends we had lost, I can’t help but to think my life is of little cost, Could have easily been me with the thousands of others, With those brothers and cousins, uncles and mothers, 5 years have past and I still don’t know why, I was allowed to live while others had to die, I may not have the perfect life at any proportion, But never again will I curse my bad fortune.