I think back on childhood rhymes
Cross my heart and hope to die
Do we really do that these days
Or just get the needle in the eye.
We cross our fingers for good luck
But how can that be a pleasant thing
So many things we can’t do any more
And it make it hard to wear a ring.
You won’t be able to type very well
Is it these two fingers or those
You can’t button a shirt or your pants
And heaven forbid you pick your nose.
I guess it is just a symbolic thought
And maybe it just leaves one with a smile
For typing this with my fingers crossed
Has taken me more than a little while.