Monday, September 30, 2019

That Problem, Again

I am doing the math again
and the sum doesn't come out
the way I want it to,
nor the value of the integers
as I would want them though
on that matter there's the wiggle, 
room of experience, the unknown
holding what I cannot know.
But the numbers, however, don't
lie -- not even to me who is not
good in math:  adding, subtracting,
carrying over.
                     I'm 67, that's the base
number for the year; it'll change,
 as always, again, in June
and the addition to what has been
and the subtraction from what will be
will be done again.
                              That's the quandary
I find myself in -- not to be or not
to be but how to be knowing I can't
change the numbers only the value 
not wanting to cheapen anything.

-Byron Hoot

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