In the middle of my walk this morning I paused in the park to breathe the morning air

when I noticed not too far away from me…another old man sitting there.


He was talking to himself while on his face I noticed a grin

so I decided, for a little while, I would listen in.


A rabbit hopped in front of us, “Hello rabbit.” I heard him say.

“You’re the second rabbit I’ve seen already…

today must be my lucky day”.


I saw him look up at the moon, “Hello moon.” I heard him say.

“A full moon in the morning…today must be my lucky day.”


Suddenly a light rain began to fall, “Hello rain.” I heard him say.

“A little rain to cool me off…today must be my lucky day.”


Finally, we heard a bird begin to chirp, “Hello bird.” I heard him say.

“I get to hear the first song of the morning…today must be my lucky day.”


When he got up to leave he smiled at me and left without saying a word

This old man who found inspiration in a rabbit, the moon, a little rain and the singing of a bird.


“Thanks old man.” I whispered as I watched him shuffle on his way.

“I’ve learned a lot from you this morning…today must be my lucky day.”


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It was just my luck to be awakened by a noise out on the porch…

I walked outside to take a look…without a flashlight, match or torch.


I never found what made the noise but in that early morning breeze

when I looked up, in the dark of night, I saw stars twinkling through the trees.


The bridge we wanted to cross was closed…another unlucky break…

Except the road we ended up on encircled this beautiful lake.


We stopped to enjoy the view…which was not what we had planned…

We had a wonderful time…and met the kindest man.


Sometimes I wonder about my luck for it often makes me grin…

when I think back on certain moments of my life…and how unlucky I have been.


Like the time while on vacation in Chattanooga, Tennessee…

We took a wrong turn and ended up at the Moon Pie factory.


We stopped in to try their latest concoction…an ice cream sandwich loaded with fudge.

Were we unlucky or were we lucky? Sometimes it’s hard to judge.


And so I wonder…

Am I unlucky when I trip and fall…face down…right in the street

Or am I lucky because it teaches me to get back upon my feet?


Am I unlucky when I fail…when my chance for success is gone…

Or am I lucky because in failing…I’ve learned to pick up and go on?


Yes I wonder about my life and the all those moments that go amiss…


For If I wasn’t so unlucky…think of all the things I ‘d miss.

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