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