Honestly, Who Knows?

We’re trying to be more flexible
whatever we arrange
For nothing’s really set in stone
and everything can change

A telegram might go astray
A card could be declined
The promise made by so-and-so
may simply slip her mind

An unexpected pair of queens
will beat a pair of jacks
A password on a post-it note
can slip between the cracks

The wind can drop
The sails can droop
The boat can run aground
The peg supplied with some square holes
may actually be round

The fickleness of fate contrives
to keep us on our toes
We like to think we’re in control
but honestly, who knows?

tony beckwith 2020