Easy come, easy go,
Be happy, my fellow.
Easy come, easy go,
We all want a lucky throw.
You may wish,
if wish can grow.
What we want,
We may grow.
Because we reap
what we sow.
No luck comes,
on the go.
without a sweat,
on the brow.
Reason is needed
for luck to bestow.
Learn from
the thirsty crow.
Find a way,
make it flow.
Don't rush,
Just take it slow.
Take a chance,
and lie low.
The harder you try,
the faster you blow.
Look at the Sun,
see that glow.
Let someone,
If they want to go.
Let them run,
let them go.
Clinging is something
That you need to know.
This is the root,
cause of sorrow.
You got it right,
Isn’t it so?
You’re now ready
to lead this show.
Have a place for joy,
no place for sorrow.
You have a life,
Your own boat to row.
Easy come, easy go,
Be happy, my fellow.
Easy come, easy go,
We all want a lucky throw.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Luck is always a good friend. A fun poem with good flow
Thank You!
Some sound advice in an entertaining read
Thank You!
You are very welcome
Good rap. There is a grain of truth.
Thank You! Attachment is the cause of sorrow is a well-established philosophy.
Enjoyed the flow of easy come easy go. A little luck can go a long way. An enjoyable fun read.
Thank You! Indeed, we all want a lucky throw.
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