It is said that a four leafed clover
Brings good luck to those that find
In the middle summer I looked all over
For a magic leaf of four… a rare kind
Then one day I discovered a quad-leaf
Inconspicuously growing in the lawn
Good luck would mine… this was my belief
Tomorrow will improve starting at dawn
The next morning I brushed my teeth
Then splashed warm water on my face
I did not notice the cat beneath my feet
Tripped and fell with no time to brace
Standing with bruised knees I wondered
How can this happen, how is it possible?
What twist of chance caused this blunder?
In too much haste… I was accountable
Then I realized that maybe I was fortunate
It least I did not break my bones in the fall
Hope for luck, turned out to be a distraction
Maybe an uneventful day is the luckiest of all…
2/6/08
Love this. love it love it love it....a real good poem.
Gobsmacked by this one dear... You have a wonderful way of describing an event and putting thoughtful words to describe it.. 10/10 dear
Darn Cat. Events do happen daily. This one got your attention. Nice write. Thanks Tracker
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I would like to translate this poem
hi Theresa! The four lief clover that you found, brought you luck when you fell down! *10*! Your injury was not severe, because you had this clover near! Friend Thad