Luck

• Kael Watkin, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Luck is not a strength of your own.
Like her saying yes or her love that is shown.
Luck is something that strikes at odd times.
Like finding a lost penny or even some dimes.
It is sometimes a tool to get you out problems or even a dilemma.
Like a lost baby that found its mother.
Luck’s dodging a bullet.
Or somehow escaping a hideous mullet.
People are lucky almost every day.
Especially when you get that good pay.
Luck can associate with the love of your life.
Or missing getting wounded by a stab of a knife.
This poem is about luck.
But it turned out becoming a muck.
So I hope you liked what I made.