Mysteriously Lucky

Mysteriously Lucky

Some call it chance, some call it fate,

The way certain moments arrive late,

Opening doors at just the time,

When everything begins to align.

A missed train led to someone new,

A wrong turn offered a better view,

Small events that seemed misplaced,

Leaving unexpected gifts embraced.

Storm clouds gathered overhead,

Yet sunlight found the path instead,

As though unseen hands rearranged,

What looked lost suddenly changed.

Fortune appeared without a sound,

In ordinary things I found,

A conversation, kind and brief,

Bringing comfort and relief.

There were days when hope felt thin,

And doubt grew louder from within,

Still something guided me along,

Helping me remain strong.

The answers came from hidden places,

Through unfamiliar roads and faces,

Showing that life can surprise,

When viewed through patient eyes.

Not every blessing arrives announced,

Or enters with dramatic sounds,

Many come in quiet ways,

Shaping ordinary days.

Perhaps luck hides in what we see,

Or what is meant to simply be,

A mystery that stays untold,

More precious than silver or gold.

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