Lucky Ducky?

Find a penny picky it up
Then all day you'll have good luck?
Ah, my friends, who weep and howl
Luck's not something to be found.
Luck's a virtue to be made
From bits of wood and bricks and clay
And old tablecloths and string and tack,
You can never win luck back.
You must toil with bleeding hands,
Scrape away your selfish demands
And get down on your hands and knees
To win your friends and fell enemies.
No, luck is not an easy ride
That by its own device is supplied,
There's no such thing as luck of the draw.
No, what you need is hammer and saw
To formulate the good old ship,
To find a lifetime's goals in it.
So don't you dare just moon around
With your eyes always looking down
In hope of a grimy copper piece,
It'll change your life the very least.
No, fix your eyes out front and scout
For avenues of opportunity, find them out,
Keep a weather eye on the horizon all the day
And something good will come your way.
For if you look for coins down by your feet
A big brick wall your head will meet.

©Delilah