Actually, It Doesn't Matter

In what medium travels success?
You were born rich
But your life is a mess!
Upon whom does fortune fall?
You were born poor
Happier than them all!

Who says you have to be rich?
With your hands tied behind your back
Who says you can't scratch that itch?

His parents spoke to spirits
And school was nothing serious
Off and away he went!
Off to jail with you!
Off to the sea with you!
We'll never teach you!
We'll merely beat you!
Yet a in just a few years
Why, it simply brings me to tears.

Who are we to complain?
A man can rally back! Even though
Life isn't cooked for you on a silver platter
Actually, my friend, it doesn't matter!



NOTE: The third stanza is referring to the life of Jack London.