What a cruel mistress we serve
Sometimes Lady Luck is on our side
But more often than that she is not
She is one on whom we cannot rely
She is a fickle master
Choosing to bless us as she sees fit

We cry out hoping and praying
That this will be our day
That we will win or get lucky
That the ball will bounce our way
“Just throw me a bone, just one please”

But our pleas are empty
They reach the ether unheard
“You know I need this”
“You know I’m most deserving,” we say
But not all is won on merit
Life isn’t fair
We don’t always get what we deserve

We must get on out of bed
Continue with what we do
There is no windfall waiting for us
There is no blank check with our name on it
We must focus on what’s in our power
We must focus on the day to day
We must do what we can, for that is all we have

We can’t force Lady Luck to heed our wishes
We can’t expect her to always be on our side
We can’t live everyday waiting for a miracle
It will only ever lead to disappointment

But even still, luck be our mistress we hope and pray
Please be on our side
Grant me this one request
Bless me this one time

We can wait and wait and wait
Ready to reap our reward
But what if luck has nothing for us, what then?
We’ll live and we’ll die
Never knowing what joy feels like
Do we want luck to be our master?
Or do we want to control our luck?
Do what we can and prosper
Rather than keep waiting for the days to change