Poem: Luck

Luck

It happened only to me,

again and again

it will happen

but only to me,

and not in one place:

here and there

and in that other place, too;

not because of one person

who chose to frustrate me.

no one is doing it.

It is a pattern,

but I cannot know the cause,

cannot know why

it is always happening to me,

it's always going wrong,

the road I need to take

is voted, the ticket window closes

as I am approaching and the walk

was just long enough

to let all the other windows

grow a line, the train goes express

just after leaving the station

before my own, dinner arrives

with everyone's order 

but for mine.  Small things,

but again and again,

not once in a while, not one bad day

but again and again,

and I do not know what to do,

what can change 

these things that happen for no reason

but too often to be random.