My Luck

 

You and I, my friend – in my alone

hours – are the ones, the world we’ve known

have had to take on, this world,

with all that we are - as it unfurred

 

before the eyes we have had to fight,

to overcome adversity – our world of plight

sitting idly by – idling at life’s door,

looking for, waiting for something more.

 

No matter just how much in the win,

we should have been – loss was in the wind.

I seem to – like a candle, be – burning

in the noon hour light - that bright sun – yearning

not to become a candle – blown by the wind.

 

B. J. “A” 2

September 4^th 2004