Deficits

I’m sorry the only thing I can guarantee,

This side of Heaven,

Is everything will not be alright.

Accidents, natural phenomena, terror,

And emotional events happen.

The first three

I have no control over at all and,

With the latter,

I am haphazard at best.

I can’t promise you a rose garden.

I can’t even promise the dirt to plant one in.

I can promise my unsurpassed ability

To miscalculate the consequences of my actions

And my ignorance about a great deal

Concerning what should be done

To prevent misfortune.

Considering these prognosticating deficits,

My lack of control concerning future events,

All in all,

Is probably a good thing.