Friday the 13th
It will be the 13th of the month, and a Friday.
So what? Am I supposed to wake in a sweat
because superstition says that bad luck may
occur on that date and it is a feasible threat?
I have to expect that the sky might be grey,
that it will rain and the weather be very cold,
and that will be the extent of my unlucky day.
But that is not the greatest hardship, all told.
We become highly resilient, as we grow old;
can endure adversities as a matter of course
and overcome obstacles that are manifold,
even events that to some may seem a curse.
My friends counsel me not to be so cavalier,
to at least consider that there is a possibility
that the old wives’ tales at which we sneer
may not be beyond the realms of credibility.
They advise me to keep my fingers crossed,
but their suggestions become even madder:
I have to find a quatrefoil or else I am lost
and I am told never to walk under a ladder.
I now realise that they lack common sense
and I am bound to tell them they talk tosh;
that with their phony advice I can dispense
and that their drivel and bilge will not wash.
© Luigi Pagano 2019
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