Year of the dragon

Every 12 years, it stirs awake,
A mythical beast of good fortune,
Blessing the births of a certain date,
Perhaps deferring plans for abortion.

Many lovers choose the year:
Strategically planned procreation.
A bet for excellence and power,
And success for the institution.

Mother was water, who birthed fire,
A third generation missed the mark:
Gold came too soon; to force water, too dire,
Now, the wood shop’s closed with no bark.

But wait! It isn’t too late.
A twist of fate, in luck’s design.
I will labor and create, for dragon’s sake,
For this is my time, my year to shine!