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

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