A muse on luck

Bless me if your grant is granted.
Curse me if you're granting a grant.

luck comes and goes like nothing
but (give and take) a strange string ---

of beads that come in a seamless row
and breaks that cut in a creamless blow

dawn may I ride a trend
... a splendid day

dusk could I side its end
... a candid nay

here comes the time I realize
my wait for a friend ---

there goes the charm she materalize
my hope for the trend!

Adapted © Leo W Sham, MMIII