Four Leaf Clover

I'm beginning to believe in luck

Not because I'm lucky

And not in the expected

I think luck exsists and grows in a 

direction unique to each person

Some are simply born

into the right shoes

set up for a lucky life

but often ends, neglected

and its growing haults

eventually without nourishment the

streak dies

I was born unlucky

however lucky does not equivocate love

I nuture my luck

gave it time, love

and through time the lack was forgotten

how lucky for me