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”
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
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
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