Plans

Plans are made with good intentions;
Still, they’re sometimes broken.
Often nature’s interventions
Make the bad news spoken.

Other times someone gets sick
And plans must be postponed.
Some excuses sound too slick
And should not be condoned.

But most times when the plans must change
We feel more disappointed;
Our mindset we must rearrange
Which leaves us so disjointed.

‘Cause plans are links to others;
Though they’re tenuous connections,
The possibility is there
For mutual affections.

And if arrangements are with those
Whom we already cherish,
The reason’s more why we’d oppose
A meeting planned to perish.

But oftentimes we have no choice;
It isn’t our decision,
And we must find the strength to voice
An alternate provision.

If so, we hope all will agree
And set another date;
And though there’ll be no guarantee,
We’ll finger-cross and wait.