People always tell you Life is what you make it Then why is it the hardest working people Get the short end of the stick? Is the lower middle class unlucky? Is luck passed down From one generation to the next? What is luck anyway? Some mystical force that not enough Of us pay our tributes to? A shooting star? A dandelion? A penny with one's birth year on it? And why then does working hard not earn us The wondrous ways of "luck" If you ask me... And yes no one ever has Luck is simply having the right devices When opportunity comes knocking We, of the lower middle class, often forget We make our lives what they are And we have the power To change our own circumstance Without the luxuries of *“luck”
Thinking about my recently I have gotten a second job and it has not been easy. I am trying to go back to school in the spring while trying to have my own place by next winter. I am a part of the ever-growing lower middle class, and heaven only knows that we need all the motivation to keep improving ourselves that we can get