Life throws the blows without any gloves
and if you wanna play, you’re gonna get roughed up.
You may prostrate yourself, seek help from above
but that won’t stop you from getting popped.
There are no rules to this game, it seems;
cheaters and nitwits regularly rewarded
while malnourished hopes and half-dollar dreams
are crushed for the intrepid pure hearted.
Cruelest fate and uncaring universe
pummel and punish friends and loved ones
while I stand in the corner with no towel to toss,
no words of wisdom, no insightful instructions;
helpless and worthless, completely ineffective,
watching aghast the ponderous barrage.
My final fig leaf is my meager perspective,
recognition that beyond us is a world at large;
no matter how deeply we feel our pain
there are bigger problems, tragedies even,
so we might bite our lips when we want to complain
and with smiles and kindness try this world to leaven.