To the wily wind that threatened to lift me and sway me away,
I say, “Better luck next time.”
To the torrid sea that swelled & frothed to cast me adrift,
I say, “Better luck next time.”
To the arid breeze that parched my very essence,
I say, “Better luck next time.”
To the all the people who held me back, did not believe,
I say, “Better luck next time.”
For I believe that my next time is mine alone to write.
My next time is not a matter of luck or fate.
My next time is a matter of my belief in myself.
So to all saying, “Better luck next time.”
I say, “Yes! Better luck to you next time.”
For I shall create my own luck.
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