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!