December 21, 2017Poem
It is the small things
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It is the small things
Pulling out the wrong brick
Brings the house down
A step out of place
The blink of an eye
The coffee too cold
In the morning
The traffic light changing
Too soon
A call on the phone
When you are driving
A drink after work
Before home
A screw coming loose
From an engine
A bird crashing in
Through the glass
The walls falling down
All around you
When the love of your life
Doesn’t last
The shiver that runs
Through your body
When the line on the test
Turns to blue
Nothing can be
Done in preparation,
For the small things
Just creep up
On you