But For The Grace Of God

Writer, producerand director of my mundane, morning, musings

…There, but for the grace of God go I…

Is a thought I oft used to think

As I cast a hasty, judgmental eye

Roundabout the coffee shop

And o’er the brim of my morning drink

…I used to judge those so-called ‘sorry souls

And ascribe to them sad histories

In blissful ignorance that 

Some were likely looking back

And doing the same to me

…Yet with a superior sense of satisfaction

Would I sip my McDonald’s morning brew

Until some hapless soul would draw my attraction

Ah yes…this sorry soul will do

…I would focus in and build upon

My narrative about this sorry soul

Whose life seemed sad and almost gone

Down into life’s rabbit hole

…Oh the trials and ordeals

That this man must daily feel

The sting of outrageous misfortune

That Fate of late has shared with him

More than his fair portion

…Alas my coffee is quaffed

My imaginative narrative done

I’ll likely see this man (my star) no more

And I wonder who the morrow’s 

Protagonist will be

As I walk out through the door

…Tomorrow will dawn a brand new day

I’ll sip my Senior brew and sigh

Select a new star for my newest play

(I think I shall title this one like all the others)

…“There but for the grace of God go I…”

…

…There, but for the grace of God go I…

Is a thought I oft used to think

As I cast a hasty, judgmental eye

Roundabout the coffee shop

And o’er the brim of my morning drink

…I used to judge those so-called ‘sorry souls

And ascribe to them sad histories

In blissful ignorance that 

Some were likely looking back

And doing the same to me

…Yet with a superior sense of satisfaction

Would I sip my McDonald’s morning brew

Until some hapless soul would draw my attraction

Ah yes…this sorry soul will do

…I would focus in and build upon

My narrative about this sorry soul

Whose life seemed sad and almost gone

Down into life’s rabbit hole

…Oh the trials and ordeals

That this man must daily feel

The sting of outrageous misfortune

That Fate of late has shared with him

More than his fair portion

…Alas my coffee is quaffed

My imaginative narrative done

I’ll likely see this man (my star) no more

And I wonder who the morrow’s 

Protagonist will be

As I walk out through the door

…Tomorrow will dawn a brand new day

I’ll sip my Senior brew and sigh

Select a new star for my newest play

(I think I shall title this one like all the others)

…“There but for the grace of God go I…”

…

Author's Note

It's not poetry though it does tend to rhyme. It's more a rambling monologue and does not follow any form other than normal conservation does.