Unfair
Sometimes in life, though we’ve paid all our dues,
We’re given the screws; we’ve been had and we lose.
The shot that we thought was our best one has failed.
Our hopes have derailed; opponents prevailed.
We either can wallow or rise from the muck
And swallow our pride and proceed with pure pluck.
There’s nothing to gain staying down in the dumps;
Just rein in the pain and accept a few lumps.
Tomorrow will dawn like it usually does.
We’ll look back and wonder what all the buzz was;
And maybe we’ll put it all high on a shelf
To satisfy something inside of ourself.
If not, then we’ll flounder, a fish in a net;
An easy-out grounder or Russian roulette.
For life is unfair much more often than not
And despair is the lot that at times we have got.
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