Test

It seems to me in every way I'm being tested every day By everything and everyone My challenges have just begun In situations that I hate these Sunday drivers make me late I'm standing in the checkout line and then I get a parking fine It feels like some gigantic plot to see that my whole day is shot I hope they get what they deserve for getting on my every nerve And then the strangest thing occurred the thought of which seems so absurd While trying just to make my way I ruined someone else's day Through spoken word or just a glance not by design but merely chance I took too long, he had to wait I was the one who made him late The tables turned on me for once I stood there feeling like a dunce So now I know, despite my best that there are times when I'M the test 3/11/17