Just My Luck

My alarm rang

And I woke up mad.

I tried to unwind the clock;

Alas! It stopped.

I got up from my bed

And, into two, it broke.

I stood up and sighed;

I called it bad luck’s stroke.

I walked to the nearest store;

“Out of bread,” the old man told.

To the next store, I walked a mile;

Shut was the door; “closed” said the sign.

I walked farther

And my heels broke off.

I called out for a cab,

“No,” he said with a scoff.

I came back home

Only to realize

That I lost the keys,

The spare remained inside.

And I cried all day

Till the fall of the dusk;

I heaved a sigh

And called it just my luck.