CONTEST-POETRY

My Home, Ireland

Oh, Irish that I am
Please bring me the good luck I’m due.
I listen to the Celtic music and it sings to my soul
One that roam Ireland years ago
Before my body died and was reincarnated into the bodies
of parents from America.
Funny how you feel that miniature leprechaun when things go
Astray you see him hopping with his jolly smile
Ready to give you a pot of gold if you reach the end of the rainbow.
My children once saw a rainbow with me…
Asking my permission to chase it to find the pot of gold.
“Oh, go ahead, children, find the pot of gold.”
Off they went only to find when they got close
The rainbow moved.
So goes our old saying, “Don’t go around life chasing rainbows!”
For luck is what you make each day of your life
If you sit around waiting for goodness to happen
Your rainbow will not appear
So go your own way and make your luck
And pass it around, don’t keep it to yourself
Or your luck will dwindle to absolute nothingness!
You must give to receive.

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