Luck

by R. D. Ashby

Luck is almost human, the way

it intervenes like a bodily presence,

to slip you a note of its own currency

or take from you the same.

Luck is the gambler’s genie

it operates the card packs more acutely

than meets any eye, choosing

who wears its mantle, whom to destroy.

Luck makes life’s turning points

to up and scream for joy, or strike

a sudden discord, its hand

is recognised, almost the hand of God.

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Comments on this Poem

Luck smiles on the face of anyone, when the time is apt for one in life serving as turning point sure in profession and all in he world!

T A Ramesh
20-Mar-2021 22:46 PM