Who’s luck is it anyway?
Mine or yours…or, does it really matter?
Truth be told…it is all speculation,
living in the middle with all its,
pomp and circumstances and…
trepidation.
I hear the echo of your words,
“it all seems a little shaky!”
Perhaps, it is the lack of oxygen.
The thinning of the air.
The mocking of the birds.
That makes that statement seem…more or less absurd.
