Luck and Laziness
Luck tapped upon a cottage door
A gentle, quiet tap;
And Laziness, who lounged within,
The cat upon his lap.
Stretched out his slippers to the fire
And gave a sleepy yawn;
“Oh, bother! Let him knock again!”
He said, but Luck was gone.
Luck tapped again, more kindly still,
Upon another door,
Where Industry was hard at work
Mending his cottage floor.
The door was opened wide at once;
“Come in!” the worker cried,
And Luck was taken by the hand
And fairly pulled inside.
He still is there a wondrous guest
From out whose magic hand
Fortune flows fast—but Laziness
Can never understand
How Industry found such a friend.
“Luck never comes my way!”
He sighs and quite forgets the knock
Upon his door that day.
written prior to 1903
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I learned this poem at junior school and I am now 79 years of age. I always attributed the poem to Pricilla Leonard, at least that was how I was taught.