Father Time Working The New Math
I Don’t Get It
Ten turned into 20
And then 20 doubled up
40 settled into 50 until time took another jump
Now 50’s barely hanging on
And 60’s waiting in the wings
I never was much good at math and calculating things
But the numbers don’t add up
How could I be my parents age
You know it’s getting pretty rough
When you search google for a mage
Someone to cast a spell
And turn back the hands of time
To a place I loved so well
Where my body matched my mind
Till then, I better get to knowing
That familiar stranger in the mirror
The way that things are going
I’ll be the only stranger here
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (4)
A nice perspective about life.
The art of living life and just accepting what comes I guess. Good poem.
"I’ll be the only stranger here" Really leaves you thinking... Incredible poem! 💌
lol...it's awful, right? Just awful and yes, I hate maths, so let's blame maths! lol! Well done, as ever, Kelli - fine piece!