Luck or is it

We are the lucky nation

Or so it is said

We hold the pots of gold

And the lucky clover beds

The leprechauns, the stories

The blarney stone it cures

All of those unsightly sores

Hundreds come to kiss it or rub it with their skin

Others come to drink the Guinness, the whiskey and the gin

We hold stories of ghosts and fantasy

Of headless horsemen and banshee

Of dead working men there be

The fields they spell out wonders

And tales of times gone by

Afraid to wonder down them

The truth of who haunts them and why?

The rivers that run through them and portals of time gone by

Don’t read the cards of life

For who knows what you get

Don’t let the ace of spades come up

It is your biggest threat

How lucky you are

It all depends on you

Spend time worrying about it

Can be easy to do

This day do the lotto

To see what will be

And if you’re lucky enough

The leprechauns luck may pass

It’s shining hand over you

But is it luck you need

Or is walking under the ladder

A true tale indeed

So as the day passes wonder and watch out

For the black cat that passes

Don’t forget to wish him luck