Fortune
always stay grounded, soundly thinking of where you have been,
when life is lightning in a bottle, every last moment, momentarily
leads you to new, blue skies, arise, behind sky tops and brushes,
with death, and life, painted sometimes grey, but never should
you say, I'd rather sleep with the fish, because the songbirds will
sing, no matter how many times you find pennies in the cracks,
or cracked mirrors beneath black cat's tracks, or whilst wishing
upon starry skies, sighs, when wishbones don't sound, when you've
found leafy clovers pounded into the ground, always remember,
that even from underneath the tallest ladder, we're still able to see
the troubles of our world, curled up, like rabbit's feet, meeting us,
every day of the week, and the best way to solve your luck, find
a pot of gold, in growing old, with someone to share, your cares will
float up, up and away, sailing, Always loving, Sometimes moving,
but Never gone;
February 11, 2016
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