Theresa Ann Moore
Lucky 7/7/7 - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Numbers revolve from year to year.
According to some, today is a lucky day.
Focus on these digits creates fascination.
Sevens rarely follow in this orderly way.
There is an increased frenzy among many.
More weddings are scheduled than normal...
Brides and grooms hope to better their success
Regardless if the ceremony is casual or formal.
Some expectant mothers are delivering early.
Not normally, but by the assistance of a scalpel
In a calculating attempt to improve the future.
Best wishes to those in the nursery and chapel.
Will prosperity and longevity be increased
By vowing or appearing on this unique day?
Chances are that good fortune is in the future
For all of those who work hard, pray, and pay.
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