Friday, The 13th Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

Friday, the 13th
Melvin Banggollay

I heard stories about Friday, the 13th
Claiming it was a day of bad luck
as accosted even beyond biblical stints
of time and generations as living fact.

last July 13, which was indeed a Friday
I went home from Luna, Apayao with owe
for I was desirous of seeing again my family
whom I knew all were waiting for this fellow.

But on my way, tears of heaven kept falling
keeping me wet as my tender body chilling
but still I kept on moving without stopping
as my motor cycle also kept on humming

Then all of a sudden, the engine stop crying
Keeping me motionless while on the road
As vehicles keep their horn angrily beeping
For I had caused traffic on that heavy road.

So I had to stop by the side just to repair
what was the matter with this little horse
I used to ride on his back without being unfair
Even I had to dash like lightning with all force.

With the mercy of God, I turned the engine alive
Even the rain kept on falling without refrain
And so I had to run again against the wind's hive
With needles of rain striking with nature's gain.

It was dark when I was in Tabuk's scenery
After running against the wind's command
Until I reached a road so muddy and slippery
That caused my motor cycle slide with fun

Ohhhh my body had a bad fall in such slippery
Keeping my left leg and arm kissing the mud
With stones of hell causing me much agony
As I moaned with every pain I felt as I got mad.

I thank God for keeping me away from danger
For protected me from any heavy damage;
I am sure that at that spur of the moment
He bestowed upon me his hand to keep me safe.