Poetry: A tree, my place to be

Good luck! you say?
Felt lucky, been good,
something we always used to say,
d’ruther be lucky than good,
any day.

Ya see,
with skill some measure
will not always be
good enough,
if good’s all ya got,
ya better be tough
with a parcel of luck.

But there’s a problem
don’t cha see?
Some good
will always be with me,
not so much luck
as with skill and cunning.

Why did he say to me,
that I must live
in a tree?


Look both ways for luck and misfortune.
Mind the gaps as into every life…
Perfect practice improves perspective.

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