Comes Around Goes Around Poem by Robert William Schmitz

Who knew when you were five, that today you’d still be alive
It’s strange how everything comes and goes
How life, rough as it is just kind of flows
We drive down this bumpy road day in and out
Sooner or later these tires give in
Just when we think it’s over and you’re stranded
A graying man in a beat up green truck rolls up
It takes him awhile yet soon enough
You’re back on track and out of the rough
Trying to be gracious you pull out a twenty
No thanks is the pressuring response
You can pay me back by helping the next guy
His tail lights slowly disappear in the snowy fog
Sitting there with grateful heart
You start your car and begin to drive
Snow thick as whip cream in the air
You drive with every bit of caution
You see a car in the ditch… its only fair
You turn around to lend a hand
Shockingly it’s an ambulance
Without thinking you hook up your tow band
Your truck pulls with all its might but there’s no chance
You empty a bag of deer feed
Slowly the flashing beast rises from the ditch
A feeling of satisfaction flows, courses and fills you
Continuing down the road more light fades into view
Pulling closer a shocking understanding
A tow truck pulls a totaled green truck from a ditch.