Discovery

The year is gone.
"Where to?" I hear you say.
"Who knows?" probably TIME alone.
She put it, sniggering, away.

And angels sitting there , a couple,
hiding something. What a prank!
"What's this?" I ask, expecting trouble.
One whispers: "you will thank
us, for this bag we're holding."
And I see, that "LUCK" the label says.
"We'll intersperse that later - so, no scolding!
We saved it up for darker days."

There's hope, as this year nears its ending.
A bag of luck is standing by.

It's not open,
yet,
so keep on standing
still hoping

even if you
- sigh.