Lucky Me: A Poem

He loves me, he loves me not

The wise daisy says it’s true

A pluck of the petal, the luck of the draw

If it doesn’t end right, I’ll just pick one new.

The magic 8-ball, the all knowing one

Ask it a question and shake it to death

I know that if I don’t like the answer

I’ll shake again and next time hold my breath.

Close my eyes and make a wish

On the first star I saw last night

Does God hear my wish or some land of fairies?

If not on the first one, maybe the second one to hit my sight.

Lucky, lucky four leaf clover

I’m trying to find you in the grass of dew

If I do, I’ll snap you from the ground

But how is that lucky for you?

We all need the wisdom from this world

Shake the 8-ball: should I go out today?

Yes with a daisy in each hand

And a four leaf clover tucked into your pocket

The first stars of the night shine bright

Every wish is yours, make it something grand!

©LMY 6.27.2004