Pondering

As I'm pondering about the future

all sorts of things come to mind
life seems to have a dark humor
that's not very kind

but as a realist would say
life's not meant to be kind
life's not white nor black is gray
it's a place where the weak get left behind

    

we are all equal at birth
or maybe that is just a lie
cause' some are born in dirt 
and others have everything money can buy