Vignettes
0406'13
Everybody calls me Lucky,
playin' cards, shootin' pool, hittin' the baseball,
they say I'm lucky, I believe 'em.
Known him for a while, never heard this name,
called him Lucky, just as he liked.
No way of divining the future,
to avoid the inevitable,
Lucky died in the flames of his home one early morning,
his home consumed, smoke billowing darkness,
awakened his entire family urging them out the door.
Lucky never made it out,
succumbing to the smoke, dropped out of sight,
too late to save Lucky, flames pushed his family back out the door,
his moment had arrived, he had been tested in the flames,
more than Lucky, he was Courage.
The Moment, clear of mind, fixated,
save the family, get them to safety,
his luck had run out, his family alive,
their savior, sacrificed,
easy to judge him unlucky.
Dead before his teens, his calling early,
his good work, permanent,
he believed he was lucky,
no doubt in my mind,
he was lucky, his family saved to complete their lives.
It was his time,
it was not theirs,
the impure good, undaunted,
spares and steals.
BB
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