I. A circle of copper
Rarely saved
Except on a rainy day
As a lucky token
To call the sun
And to drive the storm away
II. She found a penny in the drain
She knelt in the street to pick it up
She rubbed it once, and dropped it in a well-worn coffee cup
III. He saw a glint of shining copper
Lying in the tall green grass
He chortled, chuckled, as he saw it
Wondering if his luck would last
IV. She went to work
As she always would
And sat down at her desk
The jar of penny’s
Full to the brim
Made it quite picturesque
Luck be a lady
Luck be a lady
Dancing and twirling in the night
Luck be a friend
Echoing a full bellied laugh
Luck be a mother
Gently wiping away fallen tears
Luck be a pet
Faithfully awaiting your every move
Luck be a crush
Quickly avoiding their shy eyes
Luck be a stranger
Holding the door open one second more
Luck be a heart
Beating in everyone
down on the sidewalk
a coin on the ground
the penny is lucky
waiting to be found
the copper face shines
in the afternoon sun
as people look for
bigger things to be won
the coin is forgotten
though, still, it holds power
and so it lies, waiting
for hour upon hour
and now comes the question
of what you will do -
be one of the many
or one of the few?
will you spare half a moment
to reach down and take it?
that could be the right choice
I hope that you’ll make it
for choices have impact
and more than it seems
because pennies are lucky
and luck fulfills dreams
I found a four leaf clover
I stopped and picked it quick
I thought for sure that it would work
I thought the luck would stick
But the longer that I had it,
The more my day turned gray
The clover brought me bad luck
As if it were to say
“You dumba**, why’d you pick me?
There’s only very few!
Another one is dead and gone,
The blame is all on you.
If you keep picking clovers
We’ll soon be gone for good
I hope that you’ll be happy
Without luck, I doubt you could.”
So here’s the rule for clovers
As I learned that fateful day:
If you see one you’ll be lucky,
But don’t pick it, run away!
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