Apropos Poem by Robert R. Railey

Apropos



Apropos
On the subject of anything that's meaningless, you'll find at least one person with an opinion; and that seems to be especially true if the conversation happens to be about politics or religion for that's where the pundits abound
Concerning anything at all, and oh by the way, if it's apropos it'll be talked about today
In relation to, and incidentally, if the shoe fits wear it; but regarding the rain on Good Friday day I'm sure that the farmers will say they could use it
I've been told that a stitch in time saves nine; and if it's good enough for old George then it should be apropos
A rolling stone might not gather any moss but it could certainly bruise your toes
And if you open an umbrella indoors is havoc soon to follow? Or perhaps you'll walk under a ladder, if only you dare, but if you choose to do so, and then don't toss salt over your shoulder, you'd better beware
But what if a black cat crosses the street in front of you, could you actually end up dead?
And if you still have any doubts about curses and bad luck, then you'd better ask old George, for it was seven years ago today when he broke that mirror and good luck is still nowhere nearer
And let's not forget the lines to that old song that warns us about spitting in the wind, or tugging on Superman's cape, or even pulling the mask off the old Lone Ranger
So with reference to, and also in-re, plus vis-a-vis, and oh by the way since we're on the subject of love and war, everything is fair
They also tell us that the people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones; and that's especially true nowadays with so many lawyers around
But does the once popular saying of don't burn bread mean that your house might actually catch on fire or that you might even end up dead?
Many of these words of caution have been around since time immemorial but nowadays they don't seem to have as much effect on us as they used to, or do they?
It won't happen to me, it'll always be the other guy that gets it, is what we are more apt to say
And just like some wayward children, or some dowdy old adults, we deem ourselves to be immune from such misfortune
Though it seems to me, that by hook or by crook, or possibly even the luck of the draw, the pages of history have been filled with people that are impervious to all kinds of such fate
Then again, there are also those who tend to call themselves the unfortunate ones and they seem to have been smitten by everything
So when the time comes, we'll sort it all out, but by then we'll be too old to care
What we really need is a sign from Heaven that'll show us how to live in the here and now; and if you don't mind, we'd also like to have it while we're still young enough to enjoy it
And as the old saying goes, it's not so much that we're afraid of the future it's just that we wish that it weren't so near
Nevertheless, we'll most likely just end up doing what other people do and that's just to keep rolling with the flow; especially since it's a hell of a lot easier than thinking or doing something different

Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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