In relation to age,
That in retrospect I'll have found myself,
When I am gone and dead,
My life will seem like an epic journey,
This being the nadir,
Then through a series chance encounters,
My opportunity's finally here,
Yes luck is ninety percent readiness,
But something's got to come,
Detached from any effort on your side,
To make the connection,
To succeeding,
Plus a firmly blind eye,
To those for whom luck has been elusive,
Who've been as ready for it as have I.
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