Talisman
In many hands to hold beliefs,
Be it rabbit foot, or four leafed.
In which to trust, to lessen harm,
Against all odds, a lucky charm.
The totem pole and tribal dance.
The ritual of life seems circumstance.
The tribes of man the earth holds dear,
Depends on such when fear comes near.
We cater to luck, as it fills us with hope.
Some would say that it helps them to cope.
Lady Luck doesn’t always look down and smile,
But it’s nice to believe for a little while.
A symbol of something, hope, to believe in,
In hearts of many men and their seedlings.
To aide themselves the best they can,
Deep rooted in each, their talisman.
©.L.Kelly
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