'The Short End Of The Stick' Poem by Linda Winchell

Sometimes we seem to get
the short end of the stick!
It is just the way things seem to go for some
of which end of that stick you pick.

A tree falls in the forest
branches fall from the tree.
It doesn't matter what stick I grab
their final results are up to me.

So life can hand me all the sticks it wants
I will grab an end of it, there is no doubt.
But what comes short or the long of it
Will be at the end of the stick I've pulled out!