Just know that sometimes failure is okay
A ball that’s dropped does not shatter like glass
Or explode like light to begin the day
It rebounds with aplomb, and hexes pass
Whether you’re late to work or missed the bus
Circumstance must prove more potent than you
For she serves unto Time, no lip or fuss
And will outlast it all, from dust to dew
Let the moment fly, that fugitive Time
On the run from its own mortality
The servant will usurp her master’s crime
Realizing its mortal finality
And  know that success is subject to Time
In the end all will fail but metered rhyme.