Poetry in Clovers

My lucky four leaf clover,

I am different but the same,

I stand out but blend in,

I am revered but also hunted for,

I am bountiful as I am scarce.

I am a four leaf clover.

I am told that I am lucky,

But I really don't feel that way.

If I'm so lucky, then why are humans always trying to kill me?

I am told I am lucky,

But I really don't feel that way.

If I'm so lucky, then why am I so lonely?

Why am I shunned from three leave cliques just because others branded my faults as something lucky?

I am told I am lucky,

But I really don't feel that way.

How would you like to be surrounded by people who look exactly the same, and your were the only one who stood out?

So I will say this once again:

I am different but the same,

I stand out but blend in,

I am revered but also hunted for,

I am bountiful as I am scarce,

I am a four leaf clover.