Life Isn’t Fair

I am neither clever, nor sophisticated.

Some might argue that my views are antiquated.

Still, the older I grow the more I am aware

of the harsh reality that life isn't fair.

One can whine about it, or kick and scream and cry.

Me? I saw that all I had to do was just try.

I could read every self-help book on the shelf,

but no superhero would save me from myself.

While Fate composed my chapters mysteriously,

I resolved not to take life so seriously.

I have learned to surrender to the pain of truth,

and shun the humorless attitude of my youth.

In my thoughts and words, I find that I'm transcending

the tawdry cruelness of being condescending.

Because, my pal, I've seen how the past works out fine.

It's there that I've found evidence of the divine.