Insecure, destined

 

I wish upon the dandelion

For small wishes and large

Blowing it away in the horizon

Upon my sorrows, I sparge

 

I luck upon a found penny

For days of future to be with joys

Rubbing it some more for luck

While holding my poise

 

I chance upon a clover

My life shall turn for better

The four leaf one is special

Only seen by the go-getter.

 

These are but some trinkets

To hold on to life’s ways

While life gets very hard,

Miracles never cease to amaze.