MISTAKEN MACHINE

I did not get the drink that I wanted

Out of the vending machine,

So, I immediately concluded

That this was my mistake;

Since a mistake is something

That a machine never can make.

My fumbling fingers are fallible,

Which a machine can never be,

And I know this to be completely true,

Because I need total certainty

In a revolving uncertain world

Which always changes around me,

As I also change and age

And my body fails gradually.

Yet long before this decline began

I was told of an infallible, all-knowing god

But even as a small orphan

I began to doubt his plan

As unanswered prayers

And ominous hints

Failed to convince

That there was any god anywhere

 I shrugged my shoulders

Got drunk and worked away years

As I could not know

And did not care

So, now a machine that makes mistakes

Is the only thing that’s there.