Many things come in a sequence,
We learn this while very young;
It’s not just letters,
It’s an alphabet —

Like night leads into day,
And spring to summer, fall to winter;
These patterns we can see
And don’t forget

Except, I think, the type of sequence
Called “a consequence”;
This type of thing we often
Don’t recall

Like knowing that lies lead to lies
And distrust, once uncovered;
And that self-centered pride
Leads to a fall