Sunday, March 05, 2017

Very Superstitious

I just looked at the clock,
The time's one, one, one, one,
Mom e'er said matching numbers are good luck,
A small superstition,

But one that has stuck with me all these years,
Not that I believe it,
It's not that I don't believe it, either,
It's just that since she's died, I can't leave it,

It reminds me of her when I see it,
And that makes me happy,
If that joy leads me to do something good,
Then that's good luck for me,
It's like roses,
When you stop to smell them,
If a little thing helps you find yourself,
You should let it, 'cause that happens seldom.

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