Might-a-Beens

I thought I tucked my phone back in my bag.
I crossed the street and then I heard a thunk.
It’s luck I turned. It would have been a drag
to miss that phone on sidewalk. I’d be sunk
if I wore earbuds, or a part had cracked
three steps before on roadway. Then last night,
I moved too fast at home, and it’s a fact
that foot slam on hard furniture’d be quite
an injury. But seldom as I’m shod
inside, I happened to be feeling cold,
so maybe wearing slippers wasn’t odd,
but I was fur-encased and rubber-soled.

As often as I note things gone amiss,
I’ll spend a moment now in grateful bliss.

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