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What is luck?
Dad @ 89


For some it’s winning at poker

For some it’s winning at dice

Some others think hitting the lottery

Yet others see weddings and rice

Then, some think that luck is

A house on a hill

With a yard and a white picket fence

That’s paid for by a job in a corner office

On the hundred and twentieth floor

For me luck is none of the above

Not a game or a ticket, a house or a bride

For me it’s just one simple choice

That I made a few months

Before I was born

To my Mom whom I’m sure

Knew that I would be safe

For as long as I lived

I’m so sure that like me

She knew she had made

The best choice of all

When she said “I do” to my Dad

What is luck? ©2009 Joan Cartwright