When Luck Comes It Rains....

there is a new
failure club in town
and i am one
of its pillars

we always think
that failure is simply success
delayed

because it is not the ripe time yet
because you are not ready yet how to handle the drunkenness
of a successful man

if you think that you are a loser
it is but temporary

mama says there is always a sun that shines for everyone
a moon as witness

the sea is too wide for another sailing adventure
there are still more continents
for our experiments

so baby
don't fret
carry that ball of failure
in your hands

drag those chains of sorrow
and satisfy your heart with all the possible regrets

papa says
time runs and it soon catches with you
bringing you
a bunch of success

because when luck comes
it rains.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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