Hardship is always on the menu;
tragedy is often it’s name;
reality, itself, is the venue;
and destiny gets the blame.
Karma is oft a name that’s used;
to stand in destiny’s place;
a willing, deserving victim, accused;
to receive an unwarranted disgrace.
Sometimes there is no blame assessed;
and kismet gets the call;
a totally innocent victim, distressed;
it happens to one and all.
Many seem to think they’re entitled;
good things should come their way;
fate waits to release evil, unbridled;
to annoy; and challenge their day.
Poverty is waiting down the road;
a single misstep is needed;
their life; waiting to implode;
when good advice is unheeded.
It seems that some can’t catch a break;
for though they don’t do much wrong;
fate seems to punish their every mistake;
and they seem to most never belong.
Sometimes we find, someone succeeds;
in virtually everything they try;
they’re always good and kind, in deeds;
and then, on one day, they die.