Things often display patterns —

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

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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