The Space Poem by Jay L. Morris

Oh what tragedy,
tragedy gave.
Fate playing in the street,
trying so to dodge the tram.
Though tragedy raised it's sleepy head'
and loudly whimpered, 'I am, I am.'
So the tram passed,
such is fate.
the ambulance arrived.
but, it was too late.
The grocer rattled his teeth.
a gift tragedy bequeathed.
while I alone stood and stared
at the place that life had left.
Under fate's family crest'
tragedy gave tragedy's best.