When it Happens to You

I wrote this a long time ago as a response to the trite stuff that people forward through email to each other. Today, it could be talking about the cheesy things people share all over Facebook.

When it Happens to You

And what about when it's not all roses?

(and what about the thorns?)

What do you do when they won't play fair?

(and your friend's got a knife at your back?)

Will your greeting-card words give you hope when it's you

who feels that the night is forever?

What will you do?

When it happens to you?