Fate’s Dirty Trick by Mark Tulin

Crow On The Wire

She almost found her place,
a piece of the pie, her salvation;
almost grabbed the victory ring
that would have brought her
lasting peace.

She was that close,
her retirement ducks in a row,
having earned her laborious reward,
a home down south,
a pension for life.

She would have a fresh start,
a new and rejuvenated soul.
She’d leave her dreadful city of birth
that spoiled her formative years,
hardened her heart,
and caused so many scars.

But at the exact moment,
no more, no less—
Fate, karma, the scheming universe
played a dirty trick.
She passed away quietly
in the cancer ward
with much regret.

Originally posted in Literary Yard.

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