How many times
Have you heard life’s unfair,
The disparity’s great
When you stop to compare;
While some of us strut in
Our new leather shoes,
Others are barefoot,
Battered and bruised.
Too weak to survive,
Some angels die young,
They fly from this world
With their stories unsung;
Embittered by years
Full of love-soured hate,
Some crack at the burden
Of bearing such weight.
A coin can flip tails more
Than nine out of ten,
Heads is a matter of
Not how but when;
So yes it is true,
Life’s not fair at all,
But fair’s not a factor
In how coins will fall.
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Reowr 
beautiful and thanks for sharing 🙂
Life is fair, it depends how you want to see it. ~ cheers.
I think sometimes it’s a matter of “can,” not want. Can a person see life as fair after everything they have experienced? I don’t think life is fair, but from the viewpoint that life doesn’t treat everyone equally and reasonably.
hmm, well It’s a debatable point of view but I agree on it’s a matter of “can” 🙂
Very good penned with a great flow and good rhyme. An interesting subject to write about. fair in live is up to ourselves as everything else. But to say it is about can ha nothing to do with it. We can do everything if we want ii is question about a strong will.
Again, I interpret the definition of “fair” as everyone being treated equally and reasonably. It’s hard for me to see what goes on in the world and think that life is fair. I think it takes a strong will to accept the unfairness of life as an unfortunate reality, grin and bear it, and then try even harder to make up for it. In the end, it really doesn’t matter though whether life is fair or not…we all have to deal with what we are given and make the best of it.
Love it! Made me think and that’s a good thing always! Love the language!
If I really were a cat, I would be purring quite loudly. You know how to scratch the itch just behind the ears. I’m very happy that you liked it! 🙂
wow i really really love this poem (thou i admit I do sometimes scream in my head that life is so unfair)
Nothing wrong with that at all. You can scream all you want in your head…it’s the ones who sound like a broken record that make me wish they had a mute button. Glad you liked the poem. 🙂
🙂