Why is it?

Copyright © January 5, 2002 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
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Why is it that people seem to want
to do so much for me?

Why is it that people seem to want
give so much to me?

Is it because I do so much for them?
Is it because I give so much to them?

And

Why is it that people seem to want
to be with me and be my friend?

Why is it that people seem to
love me so much, so unconditionally?

Is it because I give them my friendship so freely,
so openly and so honestly?

Is it because there is love in my heart for each 
and every one of my fellow humans being human?

We are all in this together,
we all have wants and needs,
desires and dreams.

We are all a part of something 
so much bigger that one alone,

and who wants to be alone, I ask of you? 
No one is the answer that I believe to be true.

Sometimes I feel so charmed,
like the good karma that I have earned,
in my actions and deeds as I live my life
is flowing by the gallons, to me and for me.

Or could it just be Luck?
Maybe that is it, 
for I have much Luck in my life.

My cup runneth over time and again,
and I never fear problems,

because they always seem to work themselves out 
to the best outcome I could ever hope for.

OK, so that's it, it is the Luck thing, I'm sure now!

LUCK = (Laboring under the correct knowledge)