Luck And Money

Lets have lunch in Majorca Dinner in Africa The paradox of luck is such an enigma it sucks How about champagne on Ice As I roll a box of dice Waiting to be a struck by an inch of luck If I win Surely you can have a slice In winter or in spring Money is everything With money you can buy wings and fly Without money you can only sing and cry We strive everyday and pray for luck and money for bread and honey You need money to eat to survive You need money for shelter to provide clothing to stay alive They are only few who fall in love with a beggar Luck is sporadic Completely erratic Always in close proximity Excuse my lack of poetic language In this modern day and age There is no need for us to pretend on stage Luck has no pattern It has no formula It's such an enigma When it strikes It does not mean you deserve it Luck and death is alike When it visits it does not mean it is welcome Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi