The number thirteen
On the day Friday
The murdered twins
A coincidence I may say
The lucky the number
Or unlucky a member
A dark day of sorrow
It's today not tomorrow
Friday the thirteenth
A superstitious belief
Crawling from beneath
It's no grief but a relief
The more the believers
Of this unlucky day
The more life shivers
In the dark anyway
A positive thought
To a positive mind
Sets lose if caught
From such negative blind
A number it is, for sure
Lucky or unlucky could be any
Being rich or be poor
Believers I believe would be many...
©sim
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
The number thirteen
On the day Friday
The murdered twins
A coincidence I may say
The lucky the number
Or unlucky a member
A dark day of sorrow
It's today not tomorrow
Friday the thirteenth
A superstitious belief
Crawling from beneath
It's no grief but a relief
The more the believers
Of this unlucky day
The more life shivers
In the dark anyway
A positive thought
To a positive mind
Sets lose if caught
From such negative blind
A number it is, for sure
Lucky or unlucky could be any
Being rich or be poor
Believers I believe would be many...
©sim
...and it's a bright morning today, 13th October :)
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