Pluck
In life, it’s either pluck or luck
That helps you get ahead.
If lacking both, you might as well
Just not get out of bed.
For when you’re stuck in mire and muck,
In need of some unsticking,
You can’t depend on providence
As time just keeps on ticking.
The dumbest cluck may try to duck
When problems keep on pelting,
But just a touch of gumption
May prevent your core from melting.
We all get struck and have to suck
Some lemons while we’re living,
For most of us missed out
When luck and pluck were up for giving.
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