My search is over

‘When I was little/I was so into the riddle/Of the four-leafed clover’

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(Courtesy of UMass Renaissance Center)

By Alexandra Molloy, Collegian Correspondent

When I was little

I was so into the riddle

Of the four-leafed clover

 

I remember scavenging the grass

Only for my eyes to always pass

The lucky plant

 

There were days when I got older

Where a clover would catch my eye

Making me believe that luck was on my side

 

But in reality I had to check that clover twice

A broken leaf deceived my eyes: it was split in half, not thrice

 

My young mind refused to believe its own eyes

 

I was so proud to show that clover off

Only to find out no one believed its lies

Only I

 

Then there was a day

Where I gave up on searching for

That lucky four-leafed clover

Because the three-leafed ones

Always disappointed me, moreover

 

When I was big

There was a little kid

Who told me they found

A four-leafed clover

 

I doubted their words

And that kid for sure

Went to the edge of the grass

And picked up two four-leafed clovers

 

And to this day

I always questioned

Why I searched for them in the first place

 

When I was little

I was so into the riddle

Of the four-leafed clover

 

Now that I’m older

I look over my shoulder

Scanning the grass

To remind myself that my search is over

 

Alexandra Molloy can be reached at [email protected].