The Best Laid Plans

The best laid plans of men and mice
Cannot be guaranteed;
No matter if you pay the price
Or grovel, beg or plead.

Fate wreaks havoc when it can
And messes with your mind;
From ever since our lives began,
That’s how things are designed.

The maps you’ve used to plot your course,
The details you’ve arranged,
May leave you filled with such remorse
When everything gets changed.

The reasons vary: sickness, weather,
Accidents or death;
We must keep our act together
Calmly, breath by breath.

For though our disappointment’s keen,
We have to count each blessing.
Our head’s not on the guillotine;
There’s no real cause for stressing.

Plans can be remade –
Another day or month or season;
And sometimes they’re delayed
For what appears an unknown reason.

But we’re not meant to understand
The quirkiness of fate,
Which takes the plans that we have planned
And makes them all deflate.

So do not suffer in defeat;
Just take another tack.
Grab your sorrows – hit “delete”
And you’ll be back on track.