All my life I’ve been known
To be lucky
At dice, at happenstance
It’s proven every day
My timing always seems
To be just right
My actions taken
Right when the door opens
And it made me smile
How lucky I was
And I bragged about it
And I thought god smiled upon me
But…
Now I don’t know
Now something has happened
That makes me question everything
When you lose the only thing
You ever cared about
All the little things you were given
Don’t seem so special
Was I ever truly lucky?
Did god really grant me all those things?
Because if I was
If this is the swing that went the other way
It wasn’t worth it
I’d trade every ounce of luck
Where it never really mattered
For a single drop of it
Where it meant everything
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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Comments (1)
I'd trade every ounce of luck Whew, There are times I wish I could too!