LUCK NOT RANDOM
Bestowed upon men is a gift
Received willingly
upon asking for it.
Some call it luck or charm
Others beckon opportunity
Regardless, it is there for you
Waiting for you to believe
From urchins to royals
It isn’t hidden
But many are blinded
In the cloud of their minds
They cannot see or seem
to understand the gist
They walk the empty earth
with nothing to be proud of
Yet everything has always been,
waiting for that one step
to move the universe towards your demands
Few lucky men have seen this light
And put in charge
for the stewardship of this planet
to better the lives of their fellow members
of the human species.
The power of luck once again
has seemed desultory
Yet all in design of the universe
Those who beckon luck alone
fail to recognize opportunity their way
Those who see first opportunity
have had their share of this gift called luck!
I love writing poems that can inspire others to find their true purpose in life and live to their full potential. This poem talks about recognizing opportunities that come our way and utilizing them for personal growth. I hope you enjoy reading the poem and don't forget to Upvote, Resteem and Follow me.
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