Mrs. Fortune smiles her black-toothed grin.

A smile? A smirk? I DID win.

I take my loved ones and the booty down life’s path.

I flinch at every gust of wind, as I know her wrath.

I see her wind blow a dead leaf. It once had the win.

Now it is her toy, it and its kin.

I hurry down the path, a protective prayer for loved ones and booty.

A prayer for health, success and wisdom to know my duty.

I KNOW Mrs. Fortune is really misfortune in fancy dress

She will exact a toll for her largesse.

Artful dodging and cunning quarry would win the day I thought.

But my ruse found me off the path and now caught.

Mrs. Fortune doffed her fancy dress and donned that smirk.

She removed the booty from me with a jerk.

Disappointed and sad, I did not see the ones I love.

But they were still around me, those life really consists of.

Dejected, and reality back in hand.

We return to the path we had planned.

Walking along, I ratiocinated there is another snare.

Her life long partner self- pity, who lives in the Pit of Despair.

I have my loved ones; I have no such luxury as this.

To burden their souls and drag them into my self-esteem abyss.