A World That's Seldom Fair Poem by david lessard

He always got an A, hardly ever a B,
and his mind could not accept,
the mediocrity of C.

To fail was unimaginable,
A thought he could not stand,
It was like being stranded,
on loose and shifting sand.

Where at any moment, he might slip.
and fall into a snare,
like the traps that people set,
to lure animals from their lair.

His goals were set so high,
he never knew what failure meant,
the grades that he had gotten,
he felt were 'heaven sent.'

Then came the day, when Physics
stared him straight into the eye,
he registered a failing mark,
he felt ill and liked to die.

On top of everything else,
his girlfriend left him flat;
and he thought that he would never,
get over something like that.

And his folks weren't getting along,
as if all the rest was not enough;
and now...this Physics mark,
Damn, but life was tough.

He had had it up to here,
too much...his heart had bled,
He went into his lonely room
and put the pistol to his head.

The shot rang out...un-noticed,
For no one else was there;
and the earth was one less person,
In a world that's seldom fair.