I am drawn against a new opponent today
stranger to me Ive never seen him play
He plays all his shots with lots of
Such a pity he relies so much on luck.
His friends cheer all that goes his way,
only feel dismay.
His cue swings wildly to and fro,
he knows where the balls will go?
His form comes and goes in uncertain
He often loses winnable matches.
He amazes all, who share the
With some shots that are one in a million.
1 remind myself not to get uptight,
that next time will be my night.
Maybe 1 should check out my attitude
Before 1 believe of him the worst.
He comes across and offers his hand,
says today my luck was grand.
1 realise he's much like me,
take such things with glee.
In the next round 1 hear a call,
opponent fluked the deciding black ball.
I see him stand back as he shakes his head
Wishing that hed potted his own last red.
Luck cant be relied on as your fate it
And then without remorse changes sides.
Next month we may well meet again across the
I wont worry so much about luck this time with her very