Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 47
Luck is a wild bird that no one ever sees up in the sky
she is allusive like a magician's hands
and faster than a buzzing fly
Some say they have seen her just before rolled dice have passed
while others have heard her flapping wings
just after a near-miss crash
Everyone wants to get a glimpse and hold her within their grasp
but none can truly catch her unless in that split second
she is surely their's to have.
I just wrote a poem about something I have little belief in. Yes one may have some luck at cards and dice games, but as far as the bigger things in life, I believe in blessings. Some may say I am lucky to be alive. I have out lived in years most of my cousins, some second cousin, my brother, and my Mom. What I think is this; we are lucky to have guardian angels, and those angels sometimes give us second chances in this life. God has blessed me with more time. May I use it wisely. That is my ultimate wish and prayer.