She is always with us though we know what she brings with her.
This is why we know not what kind of passion she will stir.
Sometimes she comes as serendipity, a windfall, a series of opportunities
Or she may be the cause of many possibilities
Many equate her with fortuitousness, a Godsend or fortune bringing them great elation.
But many ride on her uncertainness, making wage based purely on speculation.
Who is this who causes man to risk doom, fate and all his Earthly goods down to the latest buck?
We all know this woman. Her name is Lady Luck.
Outstanding and intriguing... "She walks in Randomness" depicted the PLEASING-PAIN-POVERTY-LUCK LADY LUCK.
I salute You, poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
I absolutely love this poem. That Lady Luck is something else...