lucky

I spent a decade of my life looking through patches of clover

If I had ever found an extra leaf the hunt would be over

I'm not sure what I thought would happen to me

But it seemed it could never hurt to be a little more lucky

Though a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow would have been better

Maybe all I ever wanted was a change in the weather

A four leaf clover is an abnormality that I never did see

But all the same life has been astoundingly good to me