My Wheel of Misfortune
by John Herlihy
My wheel of misfortune turns with steady precision,
Appearing with exactitude thru the lens of a prism.
Its arrival so timely it sets the moment of the hour,
No subterfuge, no guesswork, we know its power.
The day shines light, but my inner world in shadow,
Misfortune as dark clouds that pass over a meadow.
Unsettling the mind with an unwillingness to depart,
They then sit morosely in the dark cave of the heart.
We go through life experiencing all kinds of weather,
Some days heavy as lead, some days light as a feather.
We feel disquieted and on edge, how long will this last?
We ask no questions, misfortune wants not to be asked.
Inevitability will always force misfortune’s wheel to turn,
Once again the wheel of fortune in this journey of return.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Saturday 21 February 2026
You are right in showing us that misfortune visits us all. For some, it's light and others it's heavy. That's why I don't judge people too quickly. Their lives can be turned completely around by a single misfortune.
My tenant fell at the bottom of the stairs last night. She had a couple of bumps, but fortunately did not break a bone or have any serious injury.
Ron