LadyBug
A poem about finding good luck along with wisdom at old age.
The ladybug had gotten old,
swinging in the wind on a leaf in Amsterdam,
it would soon be left on the ground,
in danger to be stomped into its insect grave.
People rush by the luck each and every day,
as the ray of the sun reflected on a ladybug shell,
even as it spread its wings,
people do not see you,
today you’ve reached old age and are forgotten.
You have the luck within your heart,
something useful in dire need,
a beautiful thing just like the smile on your face,
they say bricks can’t stand an earthquake,
what of an unwavering good heart holding hands with lady luck?
I love old age and I seek out old age,
As I helped the old lady across the street,
I gained ideas of heartwarming moves in life,
please listen to a few words.
Life is life and will always be life,
harmful emotions hinders you daily,
good moves and thoughts gets you places,
a warm company…
