Alexander III
Banned

Lady Luck

Oh Felicity!
Why must you
come,
with your laden
fruit?

Let me alone!
To stay as dark
as the black berries
on your bough.

A nuisance-
blue sky.
Let me stay
gray
and thunder my
maidenly tears.

Her fate
erratic and mischievous,
but cheap and glamorous
roused me
for the thorn's prick.

Felicity!
Prosperity's fuel,
a poet's production.

You who!
Shake your berries,
let me smell
the aroma
on the breeze.

Prune, old girl,
vitality flows-
juice for
one last taste.

Come, let me reach
and take one
last taste of temptation.

What is that, Temptation?
The breeze blows a note
on the abandon bough.
Fate tinkles its little bell.
Tears flow as I read;
Youth stole my felicity.
A feeble suggestion to
try the virtues of Lady Luck.

But the best luck
will be found
in the wisdom
of knowing
what an old fool
I truly am.