Poem: I Kept A Gratitude Diary In My Basement, Tied To A Pole. I Fed It Bread And Water Every Two Days...Until I "Forgot"

A poem about life not being fair.

Life isn’t exactly fair. But there isn’t
really any reason why it should be;

the referees always vested interests.
Interesting thing in all of this is we only

complain after it’s too late, and never at
the time. Because there never is any time.