Luck is a Lady

Oh, I’m a good luck woman,

fearlessly skipping on dancing feet,

holding high above my head,

the crystal ball of fate,

clutched tightly in my hands,

better than the written fate

dangled just out of reach.

Absconded from yesterday,

swinging from hot cat wires,

unable to draw deep breath,

cutting loose with my steps -

wanting to live for today

but finding that my today

was gone by tomorrow,

leaky roof over head

tired and confused.

I grabbed a swirling lifeline

and let myself sail free,

wrote my passion on paper -

I feed you no lies -

I made my luck and

held it close to my chest

I needed serendipity

and it came a-calling

making me a promise

that luck would cling

to me but only if

I never let it go!