Is it not luck?

Is it not luck, or do we call it destiny?
Some are born with a silver spoon,
Some work hard just to buy a spoon,
Yet still can’t achieve what others get through luck.

Some rise without lifting a hand,
While others bleed just to stand.
Some are crowned before they try,
While dreamers work and still ask why.

They say, “Work hard, success will come,”
But life plays by a different drum.
When luck decides and fate is blind,
What justice does effort truly find?