Lucked-out
So, asking, sometimes even begging but know way, know way, it ain’t happening for me!
Everything, everytime seems somehow to go wrong, even bad you see.
Perhaps I lucked-out back then when I saw, when I saw an angel in front of me?
Perhaps I lucked-out when she said yes with those deep, smiling eyes to me?
So, I don’t take for granted that luck’s magic will ever again perform for me.
I don’t gamble, I don’t risk it because I got everything that I ever wanted you see.
so I lucked-out and that ain’t so bad after all because you’re still here with me.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2025
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