DM Babbit Poet Verse

Numbers

Numbers, 
 like years, are counted
  one before zero
  five after six
three in a crowd
ten high evolved and proud
 base one or base two
 life itself counted askew.
Age splitting years to decades
 a lifetime short or long
 a century turning round for a song.
It's as if it's a play
 a comedy, a tragedy,
 somewhere in between.
Don't count the years
 slip away the tears
 hold tight the laughter 
 and the smile
the numbers record every mile.

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Caren Krutsinger February 28, 2020 at 4:20 PM " a century turning round for a song. It's as if it's a play a comedy, a tragedy, somewhere in between." - so well done!

Daniel Turner February 28, 2020 at 11:34 AM It certainly would be nice if we could roll back the odometer:) but then again even if we had multiple lifetimes, there would still not be enough time to chase every dream. Like your poem states,"hold tight the laughter and the smiles" really nice DM.