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.