Be Lucky
In every single card she sent,
My husband’s mom advised,
“Be lucky!” but her message
Wasn’t quite as advertised.
For luck is nothing we can plan;
It finds us or it doesn’t.
When we look back, we clearly see
Our fortune was or wasn’t.
So when I’d notice her command,
Before she’d signed her name,
It made me wonder where the luck was
I was meant to claim.
In life, you’ve got to have some grit
Or fortitude or pluck;
The one thing you can never count on
Is elusive luck.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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