Kismet

It's the stray dog that followed you home,
the vandals that smashed your garden gnome,
a lifeguard that gave you mouth to mouth,
that holiday leak that flooded the house.
 
Its a flat tire on the airport run,
1st degree burns on the fist day of sun,
three passports for a family of four,
the left behind finger in a closing car door.
 
The map is drawn the course ready charted
yes it was me, I'm sorry I farted.
What else to but shrug and role eyes,
laugh at yourself turn palms to the sky.