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.