My Poetry Dump

Good Luck

Fortune indeed is fortune bought,

A price too high for normal men,

Although one tries it for a time,

Good luck cannot be lent.

A man striding on newfound success,

His head high and his shoulders back,

Reality came knocking him down,

And tumbling that man went,

A grievous fate for anyone but,

Good luck cannot be lent.

And when he turned to Fate and said,

"Bad luck plagues me! I have tasted the sweet

Honey from my bitter work and now you have

Betrayed me!" Fate shook his head, "If only

You could see poor man,

Good luck cannot be lent."