"Lucky" poem

Hey Lucky???

I hear you girl, calling me Lucky,

And I think you’re right too.

I am lucky to have you, and us.

Lucky to have you here when I fall that deep fall,

And it is even better to have us walk away; together.

I hear you girl, calling me Lucky,

And you all should hear her too.

If you were lucky enough to hear the chastity of her voice,

Then, maybe, you can make sense of what I cannot.

She makes me calm when I see her.

She makes me calm when I miss her.

And when those anxious thoughts arise,

Lucky thinks of her and there goes that chastity again.

I hear you girl, calling me Lucky,

But do you hear me calling you.

Though my voice may sound full of clichés,

At least this thought and this feeling is new.

At least for now my luck is good.

But time isn’t waiting for either of us,

And I’m damn sure running out of sand.

It’s ironic,

But my luck is running cold because the summer is drawing closer.

My luck is not even a woman,

I just wish she was my lady; Lady Luck.

I have been dealt some good hands,

But I’m feeling this one.

They says it better to Lucky than good,

So I’ll hold onto this hand.

I hear you girl, calling me Lucky!

This poem was written by a friend of mine. I really enjoyed it because who doesn't like the feeling of being lucky or having good fortune. I read the poem and find it interesting. The only thing different for me is that I look at in a different light. Instead, of considering myself lucky or hoping to get lucky, I pray that I am blessed. I'd rather receive a blessing rather than receive good fortune "by chance" or on accident.