Banking On The Buck...

No letters of attainment,
Certifying victories in races,
Could earn me a covenant,
To compete with the happening aces.

Oh, the tumble of my hope, 

As I failed to make the paddock;
Despite having a horoscope,
Predicting a lasting liaison with luck.

Finally, my bank statement,
Totting up the monthly deposit,
Was held to be pertinent,
To accord me an eager admit.

The salary, though,
Was hardly life-long subsidy;
How could I know,
And yet condone this perfidy?

Could an uncertain wage,
Immure forever your doubt?
What do you gauge?
Potential, or perceived clout?

If it is the latter,
Better bank on the luck;
As much as it may flatter,
Never assured is the buck.