One Small Zinger

You buy some tickets, make some plans,
Anticipate an outing
But always with an asterisk
For naturally, you’re doubting…

‘Cause life throws curve balls and you can’t
Be looking for straight pitches.
“The best-laid plans,” the saying goes,
Are filled with unknown glitches.

And so you cancel, with a shrug,
The strikeout one small zinger,
As fate delights in pointing
With its well-known fickle finger.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Murray Avatar
May 1, 2017 at 5:50 PM
Best to go with the flow I guess.
Green Avatar
May 1, 2017 at 8:02 AM
It seems like something always pops up when you have plans, though without plans nothing out of the ordinary occurs. This was really nicely done Ilene. The cadence is song like in this. Very smooth.
Allison Avatar
April 30, 2017 at 7:00 PM
oh so right Ilene and when that issue rears its ugly head it can upset so many plans:-( Hope all is ok with you:-)Not been able to see mum as they have D & V in her care home and they wont allow visitors - been a week now and they have 3 new cases so looks like it will be a few days before we can see her:-( hugs Jan xx
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