The Fickle Hand of Fate, a Poem About Car Theft
The Fickle Hand of Fate
A phantom stole my car last night,
it was the midnight hour.
They snuck inside and took the keys,
But please don't ask me how.
Our neighbour, Steve, raised the alarm,
He heard the car rev up,
And saw it speeding from our drive.
We weren't aware enough.
As soon as we realised the theft
I phoned Emergency.
The police arrived soon at the scene
With questions flowing free.
How did the thieves access the keys?
Please describe the car.
What time did the theft occur?
We hope they don't get far.
Our statements taken down,
The police go off to find our car
At this early Sunday hour.
We're left to sit alone in shock,
And try to contemplate
Why would a thief target us?
Just the fickle hand of fate!
They found the wreck, a fractured shell,
A vehicle no more.
Far and away beyond repair,
It left me sad and sore.
What did we do to deserve this?
A punishment of sorts.
Maybe there's a message here,
Or a lesson to be taught.
But, life goes on. No one was hurt,
Just inconvenience had.
Material things can be replaced,
Why waste time being mad?
Treat events within your life
As wild beasts to be tamed.
Whether they be good or bad,
There's wisdom to be gained.
© 2018 John Hansen