foxtales

Poems and Prose by Tim Fox

  • Nothing Left to Chance

    She said, “Pardon me, may I have this dance?”
    I said, “Yes, ’cause there’s nothing left to chance.”
    She said, “Why you looking at me sideways, all askance?”
    I said, “Well, I just think it’s kinda funny–there’s nothing left to chance.”


    We went to a park, we were ready for romance
    She said, “Well, I guess there’s nothing left to chance.”
    Grandpa’d died that day, he was such a handsome man
    I know he’d have said, “Son, there’s nothing left to chance.”

    I’d never been there if it weren’t his day to pass
    Guess that’s how I know there’s nothing left to chance
    I left her in the morning, I had to go on west
    She just smiled and said . . . “Yeah, I think that’s for the best.”

    Nothing left to chance, no, nothing left to chance
    You can say it’s all just, happenstance, but I know, I know,
    There’s nothing to chance

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