Oddities

Often, oddities do prevail; Certainties dim, making life pale. As good as beauty, flits like a breeze, While oddities come with unassuming ease. What finery the world has craved, In ages past, as time has waved. And to speak of oddities, we find: The slime, the ooze, the unsightly kind. The ugly, the charred, the jagged and torn, The mangled, the putrid, and all things worn. The repugnant, unwanted, the frail we see— All undesirables: disease, hunger, and glee. There's always a flaw, it seems to be true, Yet beauty's in flaws, as we all pursue. Yet we love to witness where oddities fail, Conspiring to shatter our cherished old tales. Whether luck or a miracle shows up to play, It all depends on the thoughts of the day. We've never cared less, yet they still abound, Like mosquitoes that buzz, they’re always around. No matter the wisdom, nor plans we devise, Oddities linger, like shadows that rise. What starts out sweet often ends up in strife, And what begins bitter may blossom in life. Oh, the wisdom perhaps in embracing our fate, In the dalliance with oddities, we learn to mitigate.