On Being Lucky Poem by June Stepansky

On Being Lucky



I was always finding money
when I was young:
in telephone booths,
in gumball machines,
and on the street.
It made me feel that I was
just born lucky.
Even now,
when things go wrong,
I trust my luck
Micawber-like to change,
because when I was young
I found that luck and money
flowed like honey
just for me.

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