What Happens Next Poem by Paul Warren

It always comes back on me
No matter what I do say or see
I have no rest in the end
And I can't see a way I can defend

I always thought I was a straight shooter
More or less not a bad guy to boot
But I know this is not the case
And what you see and do you can't erase

It always starts out so simply
And I just walked in to it so easily
I wonder why it happened at all
I know damn sure it's not at my call

So what do I do now
Stand up and take a bow
Or do I sit and do as Wellington
And let them come on.

© Paul Warren Poetry