Chapter 803
Tribulations
Is anything ever absolute
Except for one's last breath
Maybe there's real peace
In the silent solitude of death
One must often wonder
What's the point of life
It's a never ending jumble
Filled with turmoil and strife
It's all about circumstance
Over which there's little control
It all happens in one's little world
Where whole actually creates a hole
Look who's at one's side
THAT was the best they could do
Now take your own side gander
Who is the one standing next to you
Everyone needs to roll with the punches
As they give out false salutations
That's who they're forever stuck with
Through life's many trials and tribulations
Nobody