Luck, the Friend

My report is due, my director awaits my reply,

as I sit by the river, pen in hand,

thinking of the intricacies of life.

An old hand casts his lure into the

Noosa River trying his luck once more,

for his spot is not a special one,

the pier where hire boats bump,

people wanting to come ashore

for more beer, more laughter.

Why does he try his luck at this place

where fish are never caught?

Why ask luck for the impossible unlikely

and stretch a friendship that has seen many years?

Loud inebriation disturbs his peace

as chips and beer are loaded.

One more bump before they leave

trailing laughter in their wake.

My director still awaits me,

I feel my luck stretching.

Better to keep an easy going

friendship with luck and ask

for more when luck is likely to listen.