Why is that some
have so much,
They need a
pickup truck...
To haul around
what seems to be
Abundance of
good luck?
While I myself
seem destined to
Stoop
beneath bad luck's load...
Accepting it as
my just dues,
Just part of my
life's road.
While some wear
golden halo,
I have
my own dark cloud...
That rides in
comfort just above,
My head as if it
is proud!
But I console
myself as best,
That I am able
to...
For bad luck
seems reserved for me,
No matter what I
do.
Some luck
is good, some of it bad,
As it is spread
around...
I guess it's
hidden, waiting for,
A chance to just
be found.
But I don't
mind, it does no good,
To fret about my
lot...
For luck is made
by breaks in life,
And sure cannot
be bought.
©10/25/08 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi
playing is: Its Hard To Be
Humble
