Just When You Think

Just When You Think

Just when you think everything is going great,
The rude awakening has what seems a prearranged date
With your carefully laid complacency. If you have some preconceived notion
Of an enactment of your prearranged plans with such tender emotions,

Then it rolls over you like a surprise summer shower,
Crushing all your laboriously planted springtime flowers.
Well, take heart! The impossible chapters of your book,
Do, from time to time dissipate, without a backward look.

It doesn't feel that way as disappointments weigh so heavy on your heart.
We feel so cheated and deprived and dumped on by life's manure cart.
Maybe it evens out somewhere between the pages
But we seldom see that, except when we look back through life's ages.