Lucky Is - Poem by Randy McClave
Lucky is a person that I see
Who is born into a happy family,
Into, which is born into a wealthy country
And a person who is born both rich and free.
Lucky is a person that I hear
Who is not born with guilt or fear,
Born into a greedy and suffocating atmosphere
Happy is that person who is born here.
Lucky is a person I do say
Who doesn't have to beg or pray,
No worries to own and no justice to weigh
Their needs and wants are here every day.
Lucky is a person that I know
Who is born not never having to owe,
Upon this earth is their Eden and their meadow
With no desire to steal or need to borrow.
Lucky is a person born parental
Not being born either kind or gentle,
One who doesn't care and is unsentimental
Then so easy for them to become judgmental.
Lucky is a person born with wealth
And who is not born poor and into filth,
Then one day in the world he will tilth
Lucky is for them if they are born in good health.
Randy L. McClave
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