When I was seven,
The maid at home told me my lucky number was nine.
Years on, at twenty
I was told I'd marry my ninth lover.
Problem was, I didn't where to start counting,
Definitions were tricky, and I didn't think to ask.
I was told that if I made a list of things I wanted,
I'd find them eventually.
I've made lists
And been disappointed;
I've not looked,
And sometimes been found instead.
Life is funny like this,
You learn to just smile about it.
I wish I was more of a fighter,
And less of a fatalist.