Unless we speak of certain acts of God

Is there such thing as being in the wrong place

at the wrong time? Why must we always find

something to lay the blame on other than

the real truth, which is the imperfect man?

Places and time alone don’t wrong mankind.

Time is perfect, and every second adds

up to a minute; every minute adds

up to an hour, then to days and years.

The seasons, too, are perfect; so’s the land;

we cannot move the structure of the earth.

But some men will commit their certain acts

that are beyond fair reasoning of most:

Acts that defy laws of humanity

that leave good citizens stricken with grief,

and they, in their confusion and their pain,

say those acts are due to wrong place, wrong time.

But man who is deliberately careless,

or man who couldn’t help but be careless,

or man with evil thoughts and evil deeds

is the real culprit whom we overlook;

or man, who’s simply prone to accidents

because he knows not what’s in store for him

from day to day, or minute to minute,

will attribute them to wrong place, wrong time.