Easy Get Lucky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the early blush of fate's tender light,
a spark of chance spills like wine on stone,
whispering secrets of fortunes unseen,
where hearts and gold are ever softly sown.

Beneath a sky swollen with passion's fire,
each leaf of fortune trembles in the breeze;
the world, a vast orchard of desire,
promises ripeness to souls who seize.

Easy get lucky, as if the sea
murmurs gentle hymns to the waiting shore,
where dreams and riches merge, wild and free
each step a quiet pledge to soar.

Embrace this luminous, fickle art,
become billionaire with a daring heart.