"Luck"

A round man, tummy tucked,
Walks the road without his luck,
Not a thousand, but a few,
Of  his orders very due.

He looked for work to earn a buck,
For, this man drove a pick up truck,
This one didn't earn him though,
He didn't know which way to go.

As he walks he falls down,
Bumps his head onto the ground,
But something seems to cushion the fall,
Right back up he stands tall..

He looks at the thing that had saved,
And his head had bumped into no crusade,
But this thing wasn't existent,
in fact, it was sheer persistent.

"It was luck." he goes to say,
And proceeds to walk along his way,
As he walks, he bends down,
This time an attempt to touch the ground.

For, he had thought seen had he,
A lot of money, food to be,
But this time judgement did not fail,
As sitting there, long it hailed...

Not a few, but a thousand,
Dollars, great width to spend.
"It was luck." he goes to say,
And proceeds to walk along his way.

His path now is full of dents,
Wife dead and heart to amend,
Just then, a ring is heard,
He picks his phone, hears a word.

Eyes filled with tears of joy,
"A father you are to a healthy boy."
Hearing these words, he runs back home,
Lights flash, eyes are shown.

As he looks into his son's' eyes,
Closed shut but happiness in disguise,
He kisses the forehead of the newly born,
And once again he could've sworn...

That his wife had been oh so ill,
This baby was against her health's will..
"It was luck." he goes to say,
And walks his life along this way.

                                             -Aneesha Tulluri.