Chapter 827
Just In Case
All who play the game
Hope to draw an ace
Chances are better than even
They'll get slapped in the face
People tend to get grabby
They invade personal space
Much too quickly for most
They try to speed up the pace
Time seems to be the enemy
In life's trudging daily race
If things aren't thought out
One may soon feel disgrace
It's better to take things slowly
And stop at every base
Or every misstep forward
Will every previous one erase
Things will work out fine
If everyone remembers their place
Many still keep a foot in the chase
That's for - just in case
Nobody
