Fortunate

It doesn’t matter what life
You led, what life it was led
You to feel happy for it—

If you feel happy for it,
If you manage to feel joy
If you are lucky enough

To feel that joy in your life,
You are lucky—not in life,
Not in the worth of life led

As in the capacity
To feel steady joy in it,
Whatever kind of life you led,

Easy or hard, difficult
Or filled with accomplishment—
And it’s never too early

To celebrate your good luck,
And almost never too late.
It’s not the life, it’s the luck

That you can ever feel it—
Let the gods around you fall.
Find someone to discuss it

While you can, someone who can
Still feel it, too. Let God die,
So long as you can still feel

The luck of still feeling it
As lucky, someone who feels
The luck of all of it, too.