Luck by Langston Hughes

Luck Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven. Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

So what does the poem Luck has to do with an expatriate in New York? Apparently, a lot. Lots of luck …

3 comments

  1. Alpha says:

    Beautiful poem, Manang! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Merry Car says:

    yes, it is 🙂 your blog has grown really big. congrats, ading!

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