The daylight should have been the first warning

It shone so fiercely that I woke

It was still quite early in the morning

I regret the words I next spoke:


"The day is beautiful and beckoning

It seems like a good day to live"

Doubtless I would soon get my reckoning

Though I begged karma to forgive


Bad luck engulfed me immediately

And so I decided instead

To never comment on the day's beauty

And that I should just stay in bed