Luck

 Luck, a capricious sprite, elusive and sly,

In the tapestry of life, it weaves and flies.

A whispered secret, a fickle friend,

In moments of triumph, its presence will blend.

It dances with chance in the cosmic dance,

Turning the wheel of fate with a whimsical glance.

In the lottery of destiny, it holds sway,

Guiding our steps along the way.

Some call it fortune, a stroke of fate,

A twist of destiny, early or late.

It smiles upon some, while others lament,

In its mysterious game, we are all content.

But is luck mere chance or something more?

A force unseen, a cosmic lore?

Perhaps it's the hand of destiny's art,

Guiding us forward, playing its part.

So cherish its blessings, when they come near,

For luck's embrace is fleeting, that much is clear.

Yet in the journey of life, as we navigate,

Luck, in its mystery, will perpetually fascinate.