Vaguely aware of a distant waving- traversing the lines
Of the crazy paving-
Criss-cross the cross in the archaic figure-
It takes seven years bad luck to look in the mirror-
Flash back to bring back far flung dull recollection-
Kissing the book in a display of affection-
Curse under your breath with a mesmeric shiver-
It takes seven years bad luck just to look in the mirror
Scratch at veneer worn and polished-carve more lines
And then refuse to acknowledge- praise up your figure
The Indian giver-it takes seven years bad luck just to
Look in the mirror