luck

Thinking about doing a poem about the varieties of luck. Because I consider myself a very lucky person, and wonder what that actually means.

"You make your own luck" is the American simplification, and of course it has a kernel of truth. We know people who continually sabotage themselves, and seem able to screw up any opportunity. And there are those (I think like me) who have a generally positive attitude and are willing to take a swing at anything that comes our way, and not be too disappoin