Lady Luck, fickle and cruel, Who will sleep with any fool, But only for a short time. Choosing lovers with divine randomness, In her arms, there's bliss; Fortune given with every kiss, But not for long. 'Til the next is chosen, And you're dismissed. Lady Luck, you uncaring whore, Who will you next bless, With your attention and caress? How can I earn more? How can I earn less? I'm always waiting for, My turn to be selected, by fate. So Lady Luck, please. Leave me be. I'd rather court The hardworking sort. One to inspire and motivate, Not one to make me wait, and wait, For something that may never come.
…I definitely don’t dig WP’s new ‘editor’. It is not improved. Why must they keep changing things…
Also, for your amusement! Related only by the luck of the draw that is life: