Luck

Lucky

Lucky

By jfarrell

 

Me, I’m lucky;

I still gotta roof over my head (just);

Unlike the several poor souls I passed;

Wrapped in cardboard, in shop doorways

 

On my way home from work;

At 3am;

With last night being so cold and wet as it was;

I may forget it often, but I am

 

Lucky.

 

Even luckier than the chief executive,

Who’s getting £90 million bonus, this year;

So much responsibility;

All that money.

 

Seriously; I’d drink it, maybe buy a toy, and get bored with it;

The dude who is getting it… why…

He’ll use the money - new house, cars, holidays;

He’ll spread it around, recirculate it.

 

Lucky.

 

I do what I can; couple quid here, cup of coffee there;

On £7.50 an hour (£8.50, if I get a ‘rich’ booking)

There’s too many for me to feed.

But, I do what I can.

 

The difference between me and that executive?

He’ll buy things, spread it around; more people would benefit;

I’d drink it, and still only give a few quid here and cup of coffee there;

I may have a ‘good’ heart, but I’m a drunk.

 

Luckiest.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i've kknown sleeping on the streets - i'm lucky and i don't wanna go back there, and my heart cries out to those who have to sleep out tomight, in this weather

things could be worse

Things could be worse

By jfarrell

 

Things could be worse,

I don’t take the time to appreciate

How lucky I am.

 

I’ve forgotten my umbrella,

On a very rainy day;

I could have been

born in a drought-ridden country,

With no prospect of rain. Ever.

I didn’t like my chicken burger,

It didn’t taste fantastic;

I could have been

Born in a famine stricken country,

No chicken burger, nothing I may recognise as food.

I’m being kept awake,

By my neighbours loud music;

I could be

Being woken by the bombs landing on my house,

Or by the masked gunmen in my room.

There may be much in this life, in this world I don’t like,

But I am very lucky

And it’s time I realised that;

I am, and have been, luckier? More privileged?

Than most people

And it’s time to identify the brighter things in life,

And to seek them out

And try to add a little to the beauty in this world.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i dont appreciate enough how luck i am

Luck

I do believe in luck,


There is something called ‘timing’,


That does determine almost everything,


With which we humans are ever stuck.


 

The excellence of the sense,


Is also a must,


To turn out to be the first,


Amid everyone’s presence.


 

You shall like the star glow,


If destined you are; this you must know!

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