Black cats and broken mirrors,
some say I have the worst luck but
life has never been more clearer.
Walking under ladders, purse on the floor
I move ahead with no fear knowing
that my bad luck is no more.
Woke on the wrong side of the bed
and spilled salt with no concerns
or feelings of dread.
I’m only looking ahead.
Image: from Google
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day. Drink and be merry. Have a safe Friday guys. Hope you guys enjoy the poem. Just messing around with some creative writing and brainstorming.