Poyotry

The Amulet
In this hand I possess
Something I will cherish;
Not a key to success
Or anything lavish
But rather a symbol
One which I'll preserve for life
Many find it nimble
Many call it rife
But all that really matters
Is that with this charm
I don't need any flatters
As long as I can fight the storm
I will cherish this amulet
Much as did Hamlet.​