Old Self-Deception. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A copper band, around the wrist,
A shiny hope, a gentle tryst.

Does it ease the aching joint?
Or just a wish, a hopeful point?

Some say they feel the pain subside,
A warmth that spreads, a turning tide.

But science speaks a different tale,
Of placebo's power, that cannot fail.

Perhaps the belief, the thought so clear,
Can bring some comfort, year after year.

So wear the band, if it brings you peace,
And let your worries gently cease.

Myth or magic, truth unknown,
A little comfort, all our own.