Different Shades of Luck
By Donna M. Monnig
This magnificent beast called luck.
In it’s clutches all are stuck.
Always in different shapes and shades,
Spreading hope and despair in equal spades.
Some get the Good, some get the Dumb.
Some are left kings, others made bums.
The Luck of the Draw, or the Devil’s own,
Luck is not a skill one can hone.
At the end of the day, odds low or high,
Fate is as fickle as the roll of a die.
Unpredictable, never what it would seem,
Even the Luck of the Irish is not always green.
© 2017 Donna M. Monnig