A Gift

I tripped on a black cat and started to fall

Knocked over a mirror that hung in the hall

It broke into pieces as it fell off the wall

This is no good at all! This is no good at all!

Stepped under a ladder and on every crack

Opened an umbrella, now I'm under attack

Since I lost my rabbit's foot, my life's out of whack

How do I get back? How do I get back?

I broke a champagne glass while making a toast

I hit "delete all" while typing this post

If having bad luck was a gift I could boast

Yes, I have the most. Yes, I have the most.

Caren E. Salas

photo: randomness-of-me-blog.blogspot.com

Day 13 of April PAD; an "unlucky" poem