The Cornerstone of Disaster

This one of my first attempts at poetry. It is a villanelle.

Ignorance is the cornerstone of disaster;
You start with the little things—you don’t really care.
It is certain; they will come back to haunt you later.

Maybe your homework; to your teacher you cannot deliver.
Supposedly lost—of its location you have no idea where.
Ignorance is the cornerstone of disaster.

Eventually you have no need of excuses to master;
At the asking of your teacher you don’t even declare
Some lame defense.  It will haunt your later.

It becomes a habit and a lifestyle—a manner.
Soon you disregard all the wisdom of people who share.
Ignorance is the cornerstone of disaster.

You don’t even know it, but there isn’t even a gesture.
Not a clue of the things you have lost—no hope or prayer.
There is no hope—only disaster.

Soon it controls your life—you’ve become a failure.
Disaster runs rampant and caught you unaware.
Ignorance is the cornerstone of disaster,
You were once self-indulgent, but now you are wayward.