The Circus
Perhaps you wished upon a star,
sought divine help or karmic winds,
For naught? Silence reigned.
Not in void, as earnestly your lives grew,
but without hint of what would come anew.
Happiness and despair had their time,
as to, the plodding days much the same.
And so we come to the present day,
and I know not who to blame.
A faerie godmother with a pithy phrase?
Nothing more - or less - than a little luck?
Or maybe, an Irish boy with just enough pluck?
The truth is it matters not,
Echoing cliche, love found a way.
Resigning me to hope that maybe,
just maybe, I too will have my day.
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