Digits

I am struggling with digits, Digits juggle in my head. Digits tumble and they jumble On the paper I just read Every time I try to capture Such a bouncing numeral, It teases me by dissipating, Becoming quite undoable. Give me a bucket filled with letters I make sense of everything I arrange and rearrange And I make the letters sing But these senseless digits wobble And they hobble and they fall So I blow them off my notebook Good riddance, once and for all.