A Poem ... Priorities

Priorities

Soaked to the bone
Drenched by rain
Hypothermia certain
Body bathed with pain

Slip into the lecture
I knew I was late
I want to succeed
Failure is my fate

Ponder my cause
The hand I've been dealt
I curse my luck
The fortune I melt

Then I remember
Our friendship so dear
My life  looks better
When priorities are clear