1 of the Many Numbers
One is the lonely number;
Two is second to none;
And now that number three is done;
Can only be one less more than four;
Don you really add up;
Can we really measure it?
Do we really count up?
You’ll have every night after six;
To fix those problems;
So after your first love left you remember;
That two more are already waiting;
In the darkness of your closet hating;
To be the last to fulfill your lustful vase;
To be incumbent toward your ruddy hast;
All to much coming near;
Everything in life you fear;
Holding on to those many numbers, those number you fear;
You truly know that I am also one of those numbers;
As I come indifferent counts I add up;
Love is passion it’s a remainder;
One plus one is us
Cause it really truly takes nine to satisfy;
Seven’s God number in the skies;
As we count the by and byes;
One of the many numbers;
6/7/1978
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1978, 2019
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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