My Lucky Star

There’s no more band-aid under my eye

And the pain has been gone for quite a while.

But I still wear my hair over my face

To hide the dark spots that stubbornly stay.

I can think of this as a tragedy –

Woe from a God that does not like me.

What with other pains at this time of rue –

A swell on my foot and a hamstring that is strained.

I missed some matches of a game I love to play

While my love’s been in Mars and in Venus I stayed.

I choose not to dwell on anger and despair,

But thank my lucky star for the God who cares.

I fell off my bicycle on an empty road side,

Skidded on the gravel and my helmet served me fine.

I suffered no damages besides bruised and scraped skin.

My God smiled on me and protected me well.

The darkened spots are a small price to pay

To have no broken bones and no hospital stay.

I count my blessings each day that I live,

For life is good even when curved balls came.