No matter, how you try, it's hard to
understand, why things go awry.
You think, you've gotten them
figured out, but it just seems, to
pass you by! You start questioning,
what's the reason, for all this? And
the only thing you can see, is never
a hit, but always, a miss! It's kind of
mind boggling, for there is nothing
tangible that you can see. But still,
good old lady luck, just isn't there
for me! There was a time, that it
was just for the asking. Everything
I touched, was at my finger tip. Now,
for some unknown reason, I seemed
to have lost, my grip! No longer, am
I, that lucky person, I used to be, a
long, long, time ago. I'd like to get
some of it back, but who can say
and who's to know. I hope, not too
far off in the future, I'll regain, that
lucky streak. And when it happens,
I'll be happy as a lark, to see it once
again peak!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem