Facts of Life

glass dropIt is crucial that from a fairly young age we learn the facts of life. No, not the nudge, nudge, wink, wink facts of life about birds, bees and reproduction, but more everyday type facts. Murphy’s law sort of facts that we must come to terms with as the old adage warns and advises: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong!

So what are these facts exactly? Blooming stacks of them, from trying to hurry and knocking something over, snagging your coat to not reading a label properly. More haste less speed my good old mum used to say, and of course she was right. Well, mostly right, because on the other side if you don’t hurry a bit you might miss your train or bus. Yes the dilemma is exactly that, you actually can’t always win, for rushing about can cause little accidents, and big ones of course, but if not hurrying you may miss out on your time schedule.

Thus we must ponder on when is a fact not a fact but good advice, and that the good advice on occasions isn’t always the best option. Now perhaps that is why it’s called Murphy’s law, for it isn’t really a law or advice. More of lessons to learn or an ominous warning!

Think it is first poem time then and maybe it will put all into perspective about facts of life, advice and things going wrong. From my second book a poem called Little Things.

Little Things

Our life is full of irritations

Yes, they’re mostly just a glitch,

But if they all go wrong together

It really can make life a bitch!

Any time you’re in a hurry

And you need to be out the door,

Then you’ll knock something over

And watch it spread across the floor.

Something slips out of your fingers

So you bend to get it back,

Only then you see and realise

Its fallen through the smallest crack.

Liquid can be really tricky

As you determine not to spill,

But sure as eggs are eggs

It is certain that you will!

And not a little drop of liquid

However the amount you’ve got,

For when “Murphy” makes the rules

You will spill the flipping lot!

My main hated little nuisance

That can make me lose my rag,

Is anything you’re moving

Will be sure to catch or snag.

These small things sent to try us

Like the little “three foot judge”,

Ensure when undoing something

It will determine not to budge.

I guess the most famous hate

Is when buttering some bread,

And knowing that if you drop it

It will land on the side that’s spread.

Our life is full of irritations

Yes, they’re mostly just a pain,

But if they all go wrong together

They can make you go insane!

One sad fact that is for certain

Is that if you get cross and sore,

Those little things that bug you

Will just happen more and more.

So perhaps the best salvation

Is to seek refuge in your bed,

But if “Murphy” has his way again

You will fall out on your head!

Yes it is a fact of life that those little things testing and trying us when they go wrong can certainly get us down. However I have heard one theory that perhaps there is more to some of “Murphy’s Law” than meets a cynical eye. A classic form of this is on dropping a slice of bread or toast it will always land buttered side down, but I have heard, somewhat disbelievingly that its because the buttered side is heavier? Well, you can believe that if you will because my sardonic opinion on that theory is that it’s originator knew which side their bread was buttered! Sorry about that and I will move quickly on with my next poem, again following the little trials of life theme and it is called All or Something.

All or Something

Life is a feast or famine

And never seems to even out,

Either all the land is flooding

Or we’re suffering a drought.

If you want to catch a bus

You are standing like a dunce,

Past your final waiting time

Then four will come at once!

Luck seems to be the same

You will get every call right,

Then quickly as it changes

You lose everything in sight.

Getting your finances done

Bills paid with money left,

When a run of expenses come

And all at once you are bereft.

Fishermen cast their bait

And the nets are filled tight,

But then there is a long time

With not one single bite.

Is it a game that’s played

By angels and mascots creed?

That allows a win sometimes

Before stopping all our greed.

Perhaps it’s our perception

Of what we want to obtain.

But whatever does befall us

We must get back up again!

Facts of life not withstanding then, we must at least always try our best. It may sometimes not be enough though, and perhaps on occasions we try too hard, but do our best we must, mainly for our own credibility and conscience too.

I guess that it’s during these “doing our best but not good enough” periods that “good ol’ Murphy” and the aforementioned facts of life come to mock, taunt and try our patience, so I am going to introduce a new strategy you will like, well most will I think. Laurie’s Law! If your best is not working and all appears to be conspiring against you, invoke “Laurie’s Law”. Down tools, or whatever, use Anglo Saxon language, perhaps best under your breath and go for a beer. Yeah, Laurie’s Law rules!!!

My next poem now, and one describing a really annoying occurrence, but please read it and perhaps you may not feel so alone next time it happens to you, and it will! It is called Spot of Bother.

Spot of Bother

A crispy blouse or clean white shirt

Are almost certain to attract the dirt,

So however hard you try not to be rude

You will still blot your top with food,

That you observe with great dismay

For it will always happen that way.

But some food types that you chose

Are guaranteed to spoil your clothes,

With a spot here, or a splash there

Despite your best attempts at care,

For with some food it’s best to be petty

Like that messy, tricky spaghetti.

So when spruced up so smart and clean

You will make mess that’s easily seen,

With blobs and slops down your front

The poorest eyesight won’t need to hunt.

And the more you rub and wipe the stain

It will look much worse and still remain.

But men have a problem very grave

If hurrying too much when they shave,

And nick themselves, though not too big

It will still bleed just like a stuck pig,

So that you wish you’d left off your top

When your bleeding refuses to stop,

And now you’re due to go smartly out

So that being on time is a big doubt.

As you must rapidly change your attire

Your readiness now goes down to the wire,

Till at last again all dressed to thrill

But any chance to stay clean is virtually nil.

So that is my offerings on Facts of Life, and I hope you at least feel it is not just you suffering, though that may be small consolation if you feel heavily conspired upon, so that could well be the time for Laurie’s Law…..

Cheers, Laurie (The Psychy Poet)

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