three way script

by underswansea


Good God the world is full of mystery. I held my son twice while he wondered to stay. I am glad he chose to hang around. It could be just luck, or nothing. Who knows. We are not above the way thing are, bad luck or natural selection.  I know that. I count on it. What it does to me is it’s own business. What it does to the ones I love is another matter. So far I have lost more than won. That’s the way it works. Fair has nothing to do with it. I cherish the wins. I’ve been lucky. I have a high axe to blaze the trail. My son has a tough road. God willing. With more luck, he will watch me go.