Life Isn't Fair
FAIR OR NOT?
I'd like to say life is fair - - but it isn't.
I'd like to say we'll all have bread-
For breakfast - - but fate shakes its head.
And as events play out before our eyes,
Like cards from the deck of life
Or tossed dice striking the table,
Whether or not you had bread for breakfast,
All of us, we all, will drink
From the cup of time, its black bitter coffee
Till we reach a layer of sweet soda
And then, the bitter coffee again.
Maybe that's fair enough.
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