A Poem: Luck

When’s my luck
Going to run out?
Never,
That’s when.

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I think luck is just a matter of paying attention.

I like your little poems, @everhopeful. Put em all in a book some day…a treasure to pass on to one of your loved ones.

I wrote and recorded a lullaby for my little girls when they were born. So they’d have a nice, creative memory of me. So they’d know I was more than just a guy who shipped boxes for a living.

A man isn’t his job in most cases.

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My luck ran out in 7th grade. Everything after that was just a bonus.

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