A pair of yellow hands held up in an offering manner.


I’ve never had much luck in the physical realm.

There’s never any raffles or any bingo wins,

I’ve tried my luck at guessing sweets,

But it’s as if the jar plays deceit.

I guess I’m not lucky in that sense,

But lucky where I need to be.

There’s a roof over my head,

And a meal in front of me.

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