Things Could Be Worse

I take comfort in knowing things could be worse.
Life doesn't allow us a chance to rehearse
all the things that happen in the course of a day,
the surprising moments that come our way.
They happen so quickly, ready or not,
by luck or chance, some dastardly plot.
A woman in Omaha, while adjusting her purse,
stepped off a curb and was hit by a hearse.
Or that man in Dallas, while walking downtown,
taking in the sights, enjoying the sounds,
just minding his business while looking around,
he fell in a manhole and almost drowned.
When I think my life is a terrible wreck,
I remember that I am just one tiny speck
on the elbow of life, there's no rhyme or reason.
It matters not the year or the season.
Just be alert when crossing the street,
be pleasant and cordial to the people you meet,
and don't rummage around in that designer purse
or you might get a ride in that big, black hearse.
I take comfort in knowing that things could be worse.