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Sept. 26, 2004 As I travel around in life I’m struck by how many of us have this thing called luck And how many seemingly don’t. Everyday I pass by homeless people carrying signs asking for this and that… When did their luck run out or did they even have any? What would constitute luck for them? Somebody giving them a 5, 10 or 20? Or maybe a warm place to sleep and some hot food. I don’t know. Was it luck when a young girl walked into my drug and alcohol induced life and pulled Me out? Was it luck when I looked into the eyes of my firstborn son and saw the new spark of life within? Was it luck when I discovered I could pick up a pen and pour out my life and my dreams to you? Was it luck when the girl grew into a woman, looked around at her pathetic life and left with my sons? Some may think not… But I do know that being able to wake everyday to improve on what I had the day before may constitute luck. To have the ability or the willingness to take on what we have done with our lives. To examine it, tear it apart and rebuild it maybe an aspect of luck, I believe. But it’s a luck that we make for ourselves. Because it’s born out of hard work, self-examination, struggles, tears and laughter… But some don’t prefer to make their own
luck because they’d rather not self-reflect. So what constitutes luck for them? I don’t know…
In 1998 and 1999 Mr. Anthony’s poem “What is Winning All About?” was selected by the International Library of Poetry to be placed in their anthology book of American poets for 1998. They contacted him again the following year to seek his permission for “Winning” to be included in their Millennium anthology collection. He, of course, gladly gave it. You can access his webpage at
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