Lady Luck (2nd Chances)

Second chances
 just happen sometimes
whimsical
magical
unpredictable
Lucky breaks

They take us by surprise
completely by chance
blunders of fate
as if Lady Luck herself
mistakenly showed up
knocking at the wrong door
but, seriously
think about it… ?
What are the odds of that?

Oh no, she was looking for you
Maybe she took her time
Maybe, you were just another item
on her long list of things to do
and, now
now, she’s here
staring you in the face
with her puppy dog eyes
that glisten with star dust
trying to convince you to believe
in tales of happily-ever-afters
and lucky ducks
who get second chances

You look past her eyes
into the cynical sea of reality
just behind her
where it is always waiting
willing you back
it sets off your guard 
 initiates the interrogation
slowly you question
everything
Is this really happening?
Where’s the catch?
Surely, there’s a catch
There’s always a catch
Right?

Lady Luck just smiles at you
so genuinely that your lips begin to follow suit
Her warmth is contagious
Her generosity –  immense
It’s overwhelming
in the best kind of way
You’re tempted to let it take over
To celebrate this miracle
Instead, you hesitate and wonder
Why?
How?
Do you deserve this?
This twist of fate? 
This wind of change? 
This lucky break? 
Do you?

Does it matter?
Does it?

Can’t you just look Lady Luck in the eye
her starry, puppy-dog eyes,
and say “thank you”?
no questions
no hesitation
just acceptance
thankfulness
and then
rejoice?

Or will you deny her?
insult her?
shoo her away?
So you can live to complain another day?
Because sometimes
it’s just easier
not to believe
in second chances
or luck
let alone attempt to actually feel
deserving

Lady Luck laughs to herself
and at the irony of people
who want to feel they deserve her gifts
Shaking her head with a smirk
and a gleam in her eyes
She whispers to no-one in particular
that only she decides
who is deserving
and when
or why
or even
if
And if not
how generous she will be
in spite of it all
because everyone knows
that she is admittedly
 as fickle
as they come

~  smj

2 Comments to “Lady Luck (2nd Chances)”

  1. maybe – this would be better in this format?:
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    Second chances just happen sometimes. Whimsical, magical, unpredictable lucky breaks.

    They take us by surprise. Completely by chance. Blunders of fate! As if Lady Luck herself mistakenly showed up knocking at the wrong door. But, seriously… think about it… ? What are the odds of that?!

    Oh no, she was looking for you.

    Maybe she took her time. Maybe, you were just another item on her long list of things to do. And, now.. now, she’s here. Staring you in the face, with her puppy dog eyes that glisten with star dust. Trying to convince you to believe in tales of happily-ever-afters… and lucky ducks who get second chances.

    You look past her eyes into the cynical sea of reality just behind her… where it is always waiting… willing you back. It sets off your guard. Initiates the interrogation. Slowly you question… everything.

    Is this really happening? Where’s the catch? Surely, there’s a catch. There’s always a catch, right?

    Lady Luck just smiles at you… So genuinely that your lips begin to follow suit. Her warmth is contagious. Her generosity – immense. It’s overwhelming, in the best kind of way. You’re tempted to let it take over… To celebrate this miracle. Instead, you hesitate and wonder… “Why?”… “How?”. “Do you deserve this?” This twist of fate? This wind of change? This lucky break? Do you?

    Does it matter?
    Does it?
    Can’t you just look Lady Luck in the eye (her starry, puppy-dog eyes), and say “thank you”? No questions. No hesitation. Just acceptance. Thankfulness. …and then – rejoice?

    Or will you deny her? Insult her? Shoo her away? So you can live to complain another day? Because sometimes… it’s just easier NOT to believe … in second chances.. or luck… let alone attempt to actually FEEL deserving.

    Lady Luck laughs to herself… and at the irony of people who want to feel they deserve her gifts. Shaking her head with a smirk, and a gleam in her eyes, she whispers to no-one in particular, that only she decides who is deserving… and when… or why… or even IF. And if not – how generous she will be in spite of it all. Because as everyone knows… she is, admittedly, as fickle as they come.

  2. Hello Sam,

    I’m Mossy.

    I enjoyed reading your poems. This one hit the spot.

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