
Lucky Duck riding the wild turkey off to a new adventure!
Lucky???
The first person I talked to today was myself, awakening from a dream and answering aloud whatever question the person in the dream had asked. So, I’m going to reblog a poem of my own that I wrote three months ago. When I look back at even something I wrote last week, I barely remember it; so perhaps this will feel fresh to you as well, even if you read it before:
“You’re So Lucky!”
Too often those described as lucky
are actually only plucky.
It’s the decisions that they make
that make their lives a piece of cake.
If they have a cushy job,
far above the teeming mob,
it is because they chose to go
to college, so they made it so.
Or if they traveled after school,
when others said they were a fool,
and tell of their adventures young,
some people tend to come unstrung
and say they wish they’d had the chance
to participate in life’s wild dance
when they had the energy,
but, you know, traveling’s not free.
The truth is that most anybody
can go to college if they study
or travel anywhere they wish.
Life’s feast is a communal dish.
There is work that you can do
from Broken Hill to Timbuktu
if you are willing to do the tasks–
whatever the situation asks.
It’s true that there are places where
life is not equitable or fair–
places where a woman’s lot
keeps her chained to stove and cot,
or places where sheer poverty
limits all that you can be.
Yet many who bemoan their fate
simply needed to leave their gate
and take the chance to see the world–
allow their lives to be unfurled.
But, lacking courage, they remained
in the place that fate ordained
was their lot in life and so
just maintained the status quo.
Many are happy where they are
and have no wish to roam afar,
but for those who moan and fuss,
saying all the luck’s with us
who have chosen to live in paradise
(and say it more than once or twice,)
I just want to say once more,
“Here is your suitcase, there’s the door.”
Luck is more often made than won,
and is, I fear, too quickly done.
So even if you’re old and gray,
do what you want to do today.
If you feel caught in the muck,
break free from it and make your luck!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/the-luckiest-people/
I SO agree. I always here “I wish I could have !” and I want to say, “So what stopped you?” If you only do the safe, expected things, you don’t build up a lot of memories. If you aren’t willing to do the work — like college — you don’t get the diploma.
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Well said. Would you like to peep into my first encounter of the day?
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What a cheerful, sing-song poem! I particularly like the last stanza.
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I agree with janebasilblog, and enjoy your creative rhyming.
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Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown.
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I agree wholeheartedly.
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EDUCATION YES,
BUT ALSO
A LOT OF SPUNK, LUCK, AND FATE
It is sometimes happenstance
that our fate gives us the chance
to enjoy many of those unusual things
and the broad and interesting life it brings.
Like eating at the table
when fate made me be able
dining with a dangerous bandit
FATE, not difficult to understand it.
But that really did happen to me
An education only, did not make it be.
So situations may have something to do
with those many things that happen to you.
I did not plan to go
into deep jungles though
but was pleased when I found
myself arriving on foreign ground.
Only education had a little to do
with my long ventures into the blue.
And my work turned out to be the thing,
that is what saved me from using my bling.
Because all those long trips I made
by my being lucky; they were all prepaid
however my profession was the lucky kind,
it was the best that a young man could find~!
Sorry ’bout that~!
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