Dead broke
I spoke
Prayers to Invoke
Days past
As I live to outlast
Wishes based on memories
The day a Muse sang for me!
Hard scrabble before eyes
As trinkets of bliss unravel
Upheld by winds from chance
Just one glance as all known vanishes
Chosen from packs
Filled up to the stacks
In fact were the gifts bared for me
Once upon a dime
Wishes for bad, I did incline
Believing my side to be right
Heavy handed cuz I planned it
GOD remanded
As my firm plant is uprooted
Situations switch as Daze from night’
Plights exposed for budding Emperors
Without Clothes I transpose to meek
Necessity speaks to my per chance meet
As reaps of both new and old
Further expand my outreach capacity
Tossing me in cosmic cycles
Without benefits of wings under my feat
So I draw from such
As experience belies waiting
For the sooner or later to meet
No matter the day
I know will be Lucky just for me!