I crossed my fingers, and also my toes
Sometimes I will recite a magical prose,
I might even wish underneath the moon
As I hope and I desire for a better fortune,
Or to be protected from my foes.
I want no more worries or anymore woes
Even that of an itchy nose,
To all and any bad luck I want to be immune,
I crossed my fingers.
For love I might pull the petals from a rose
Or perhaps I will wear a charm on my clothes,
Maybe I will whistle a very happy tune
I most certainly will step over a crack this afternoon,
For good luck I will do anything I truly suppose.
I crossed my fingers.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem