Poetry

Have you lost your job?
Is your wife depressed?
How can things be that ok-- 
even your jeans are distressed?

My dear friend, there's a law
you can bank on, not to worry,
based on odds and statistics,
and such called Probability.

Even the angels accept it
and abide its changing faces.
There is little more you can do, pal,
unless you have friends in high places:

Up-tick follows down-tick--
that's the sum of it.
just wait and you will witness
its doings and reap its benefit.

For now, even now
the small gods that admire pluck,
seeing it empty so long, rush
to fill your cup with luck. 

There is good in store aplenty--
a miracle job, a newly ecstatic wife.
Better times are coming, coming surely,
coming to change your life.