Ready, Steady, Go A Matter Of Timing Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Subprime takes prime time working overtime,
as credit cards to debit dards turn, climb
precedes a fall unlooked for, pendulum swings weigh
past tipping point, primeval slime
not dust to dust replaces Eden's rhyme.
Mankind's equation out of kilter, mime
instead of deeds proactive, selfless, fair,
concludes life's play, applauseless phantomime

Some seek settle credit overdue,
some, senseless, seek solutions from the blue,
accounts drawn down foreclose race case:
no trace remains, shell shocked,
locked out, no overview.

Rise from despair, surprise, fresh fate prepare,
chance choice gives voice to future prospects fair,
wheel turns, life spurns temptations lethal
that stitch winding sheet from which return is rare.

The trick, if trick there be, is see the light
between effect and cause, nor wrong, nor right,
good timing is essential as each day
plays in its way new part, departs in flight.