First I thought that life was fair. Then I hoped that life was fair. Then I learned that it was not, but tried to make it so. Then I knew that it was not and sensed a loss. Then I tried to make it fair for others, Then I helped them grieve, But I did not And suffered long.
Now others comfort me And gently draw the tears that never fell. And soon, Perchance, I will accept life as it is, And change it not And thus It changes me.