Fortunate To Be Lucky Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If it was not for fame to claim.
Or it known to ever exist...
With visions of having it glittered,
To have one's name strobed by spotlight...
High upon billboards to be noticed,
Day and night and through fog...
Very few people would think of it,
As something wished for them to get!
Especially if they knew,
Privacy is sacrificed to have that kind of life!

Those who prepare and keep their focus there,
To do and often without sleeping nights...
Or dodging doubts if steps they take are done right,
Are often stunned by their own success.
When their eyes are left kept on producing deeds.
And to question themselves if their deeds would please.
Only to awaken one day to realize,
They had arrived to accomplish and this surprises.
Inspite of those inner fears,
They seem to have near to never from them disappear.

A sustaining effectiveness is the life,
Of the one who submits to sacrifice.
With faith, hope, prayer and kept belief,
THAT which is greater and 'always' aware...
Will someday deliver blessings to reward,
Those who remain devoted.

'Some people are just lucky.'

And those who are fortunate...
What are they?

'They are fortunate to be lucky.
That's what they are.
What else could they be? '