Does he know how lucky he is?
I've never met him before,
And I don't expect to.
He is lucky.
Everyday......
He should cherish everyday,
Every waking moment he spends with her.
Does he know how lucky he is?
Someone once told me that there is no such thing as luck,
That our fortune is brought down upon ourselves.
What matter of luck do I deserve?
Nothing......
I never had luck.
No luck has ever befallen me.
I only have skill......
And I've used up most of it.
Why am I writing this?
Why do I even bother?
I will always be alone.
I see that now......
I will always be alone.
Many of poet are alone......
I guess I've just got used to the idea.
Our poems speak to you,
They help you understand the feelings growing within.
For one to be saved,
Another must be damned.
I see this now.......
And I gladly except the duty.
I can bear the loneliness,
I can bear the sorrow,
I can bear hell,
And the winds of tomorrow.
I can bear fortune and grief,
I can bear.......
The only thing I can't bear,
Is another's happiness taken,
Another's heart broken.
Tears fall.......
As sweet words are spoken.
I can bear not being loved,
But I can't bear you not being loved.
For one to be saved,
Another must be damned.
Luck........
The word is meaningless to me.
May you have all the luck in the world,
And I be left with none.
You deserve it.
You deserve her.
I walk this life alone......
Always alone,
With no one but my own shadow to keep me company.
Luck......
It's all yours, it was never mine.
For one to be saved,
Another must be damned.
I'll descend to hell,
If you to heaven.
May luck be on your side,
For it was never on mine.
May her love be in your heart,
As mine is in hers.
He is lucky.......
He is luck.
