A Lucky Age?

Nearly thrice have passed,

Another twenty plus? Perhaps

Dreams never fade

When desire rules all?

Another twenty plus? Perhaps

Time’s no matter

When fire burns bright

With renewed ambition?

Time’s no matter,

Spirit still dwells here,

Despite old shouts ringing; Lucky,

If not like us when future greys!

Spirit still dwells here,

Unlike those peers

Whose hope and trust died

Along life’s deceitful ways.

Unlike those peers,

I answer back,

There’s no such thing,

We make our own.

Nay, I scream back!

Still not listening,

Have things left to prove;

Luck’s as dead as you!