A Cork of a Broken Bottle

Who could have told? Who could have said? That life is fair and it can't be altered; Who owns the wisdom? Who owns the words? That could calm a man who is tricked and shattered. One cannot change things just overnight; He can hold for long but not so tight. Behind each brave man is cowardice; For him to give up and have some peace. No one's forbidden to strive so hard For even a gambler must arrange his cards Each one has purpose; each one has aim That in the end no one to blame. One may have reasons to others not known Why he should smile when people frown; If one has guts then he must dare For if he fails no one would care. One has his truth for him to follow Even if others just could not swallow; Just drink it up like a bubbling beer, Give back their words that "life is fair". The dumbest thing is to try to hold For something soon the world unfolds; It's useless when a thing got wavered It can't be hidden but be discovered. Suspecting crowd is hard to battle The more the shame one has to tackle. Who could confine the hassle and bustle? When you're just a cork of a broken bottle. Date & Time of Writing: November 16, 2011 3:25pm – 4:10pm Just looking at a bottle of soda drink and thinking how useless is the cap when the bottle is broken. A sort of relating to myself a lesson of something I see that is deemed worthless.