Superstitions Poem by Mark Heathcote

Truth be told. Who doesn't have at least one?
Friday, the 13th, is one that a lot will share.
So she's had beginner's luck and won
Cross your fingers and say a prayer.

Find a penny and pick it up.
And all day, you'll have good luck.
Superstitions chill our very blood.
And it can leave us quite thunderstruck?

It makes us despair numbers such as 666.
Many do have a doomsday fear.
Myths that can make us—lunatics
Then others act almost cavalierly.

Walking even beneath ladders
We think it's peculiarly odd.
All these dangerous hazards
Superstitions can't be dislodged.

Like, no open umbrellas inside.
Knock on wood. I hope all will be well.
If that black cat is the one outside
Should we not cross paths in all likelihood?

A rabbit's foot will bring you luck.
And garlic will keep vampires at bay.
Remember your sign of the zodiac?
That bad luck comes in threes, they say.