Probability Poem by Morgan Michaels

Have you lost your job?
Is your wife depressed?
How can you say it's ok,
when even your jeans are distressed?

My dear friend, there's a law
you can bank on, not to worry,
founded on odds and statistics
and such, named Probability.

Even the angels accept it
and abide its changing faces
There is nothing more you can do, wob,
unless you've got friends in high places:

Up-tick follows down-tick-
That's about the sum of it.
Wait and you too will witness
its doings, reap its benefit.

For even this moment
all the small gods that relish pluck
seeing it empty so long, rush
to fill your cup with luck.

There is good in store aplenty:
a miracle job, a newly-ecstatic wife.
Better times are coming, coming surely-
coming to change your life.