love and luck in poetry

what’s easy is probably fake
or it’s momentary at best
and for better or for worse
luck gets you there but after that
you gotta figure out how to stay
and every day older is a day
less worth of luck in your way
after luck, all you can do is
keep learning and love the hell
out of it and hope for the best

faith and belief, these are
powerful tools for some but
not so much for me
they demand their outcomes
in a manner would end in
heartbreak or in zealotry
hope yearns
hope strives and strains
but hope also braces for impact
just like me
me and my hard-earned hopes