Finding luck.
Does it even exist?
It must for some. How easily some slide through their lives, hopping from lily pad to lily pad. Always landing perfectly, never a second thought to the possibility of it being any other way.
Oh I’ve heard it all, how you have to make your own. As if it’s a recipe. Just open up my trusty old Betty Crocker cook book and mix me up a batch. 400 degrees, forty minutes.
Were it only that easy.
Count your blessings, they say, you have more than you know. How about The Stones song “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, well, you might find, you get what you need.”
Tis true isn’t it, for the most part anyway.
We get what we need.
As to the rest, I believe it’s a matter of perspective. Even today I have been told how lucky I am. In a jest full manner, of course.
So I shall stop looking for it, it is an elusive, fickle, creature at best.
Perhaps then it will search me out, with any luck.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Writers
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I guess no matter how unlucky we are, we would always have something to be grateful for. Loved your poem!