The Lucky Man Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The Lucky Man

He forgave those that lacked the wisdom.
He pitied those with artificial crutches.
He shed light where others moved blindly.
He moved equally under sun and moonlight.

Lucky enough to know that the path was his.
Lucky enough to fill his own cup with love.
Lucky enough to share his fortune with all.
Lucky enough to lend a hand to those in need.

No stranger to sorrow's midnight terror.
No shield had he from humanities ignorance.
No ship to sail around the waves of misfortune.
No rose colored glasses worn in delusion.

Lucky enough to toss away his imaginary umbrella.
Lucky enough to fool the devil at his game.
Lucky enough to dance when the music played.
Lucky enough to sigh and throw it all away.

He would breathe deep so long as his lungs allowed.
He would sing to the owls and the winter wind.
He would listen to the strains of broken hearts.
He would let redemption's mercy wash over him.

Lucky enough to hold a compass lightly in hand.
Lucky enough to know the wheat from the chaff.
Lucky enough to forgive himself for yesterday.
Lucky enough to know how to start fresh once again.