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Believing - To Each his Own!
Am I led to believe superstition still holds true
In this age and time may be yes, with the few
Gritting their teeth armed with good luck charms
To remain protected from untoward harm
A rabbit’s foot is cruelty of a kind
A four leaf clover a gem of a find
Difficult to look for but easy to stumble upon
But an old horse-shoe, is an easier option
Grandmother stories passed down for generations
Which may appear weird in all its innocence
Young maidens to refrain from singing in the kitchen
Lest one gets betrothed to an elderly suitor the reason
Logically enthralled with singing, burnt rice* may be the result
Don’t sit on your pillow, lest you develop boils on your butt
Logically you rest your head on one not your rear
But such stories abound really just to instil fear
Feng shui spawned countless books offering reasons
Follow some set rules and avoidance of certain decisions
Correction of afflictions are readily preached
Of known mistakes that are unwittingly breached
Surprisingly enough though there are some not easily explained
Don’t proceed with your journey if a black cat cuts across your path
Continue with your journey don’t turn around for a forgotten item
Lest good things pass you by, don’t break the mirror or a drinking glass
Just avoid the undesirables so say the adage
They might just work to your advantage
To each his own, may be good to be forewarned
Even though these are devoid of logical explanations
Nonetheless the mark of a superstitious soul
Which may be valid in time these beliefs of old
*Note: In the villages in the old days where rice was cooked using fire-wood
where one must be alert to avoid burnt-rice
