Friday The Thirteenth Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan
Friday The Thirteenth
Friday The Thirteenth
Land of freedom of speech,
country of multifaceted thinking and democracy
land of immense wealth,
maintain health and confidence
on what comes tomorrow
but age-old superstition
is still persistently preserved
a black cat is bad luck
Walking under stairs can quickly ruin your day
and no delivery on Friday the thirteenth,
like years ago, when I first arrived
at the neighborhood coffee morning
these conversations have not yet soured
superstition is and remains as it was!
Poetess' Note:
I had the sweetest black cat
I look very carefully and I make sure
that my feet do not hit the stairs bump
Our second son was born on Friday the thirteenth, sturdy, big, healthy, handsome and very happy.
©Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Friday,13 October 2023
A beautiful poem so rightly said and well presented.
Superstitious beliefs are like swords hanging over our heads. We fear of that which is unknown. I concur with the thoughts of the great Poetess that age old superstition is persistently preserved even in rich countries and even if we have advance technology. They have been embedded in our culture.
Many of us could resonate with this wonderful and well expressed poem of the great Poetess. Friday the thirteenth is one of the 10 common superstitions because of the no.13. We always fear this number.
Dear Sylvia, this poem is as cute, original and well written as can be! Enjoyed it a lot. May 13 continue to be, a lucky number for you and your wonderful, poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And indeed, as you remind, there are those good things that happen on the 13th. And there are those great things that defy the superstitious mind. A fantastic verse, Sylvia,