Lucky me, I used to be a tall tree
I was burned down, but a flower survived
Unlucky me, Hamas wants to kill me
How contrived these worse than ISIS derived
Lucky me, I am already deceased
Another disease saved me from that hell
Unlucky me, I was revived, released
It must have been a Frankenstein-like spell
Lucky me, I’m a woman in love, still
I missed my husband, who wrote about love
Unlucky me, he cannot see his rill
And anything else of me to speak of
Lucky us, we will survive once again
Lucky us, our enemies will be slain
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Paul McCartney & Wings - With a Little Luck
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (2)
Fantastic poem! Enjoyed the read!
Great writing! Really loved this one. ‘Had been too long that I heard that song….it took me to a happy place.