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
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