Wondering Poem by Linda Engwall

I have come to believe
Some of us are just
In the way of life’s good luck
You know those people who
Just cannot catch a break
Every wrong guy
Bad decision
Poor choice or none of that
Just trying to find a place
To be happy
Their own little plot of land if you will
To put down roots
Make a life not filled with such
Big holes in the road

Then there are those who
Seem to escape every one of those bumps
Along the way
Graced with life’s good luck
All along the way

So I am just wondering what it is,
Where do I find the purpose, the lesson, the reason
To find yourself on one side of the road or the other