One Way Streets
Most of my life
I’ve walked down One Way Streets
And, for most of the time,
I’ve walked the other way.
[But I couldn’t see the signs]
I’ve travelled “My Way”
But not necessarily the Right Way.
Oh, there have been good days,
And, of course, there are bad days
[But I couldn’t see them at the time – only afterwards]
Imagine a car
That would be…
But that is time:
It has no “reverse”
And wisdom seems to arrive
Just after you need it the worse.
Why is there so much “hearse” in “rehearse”?
The hearse will not come again a second time.
This is not a rehearsal, this is the real thing,
And life’s misadventures do not always
Rhyme (neatly or grammatically).
I may not be able to reverse
But I can turn.