it seems that those
who get the short end of the stick
get
it all the time,
or at least most of the time.
they trip and fall,
the miscues are endless.
they throw their hands up to the sky
and say why me.
what now.
I have no good luck.
and so it goes. it rarely changes
until
they stop saying that, thinking
that and
accepting the road
they'[re on.
go left, go right, go in
any direction but the direction
you're headed in.
and stop saying, woe is me.
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