The Magic Number

When you roll life's dice A pair of these always equals snake eyes But because two Can never equal one This number can never be the sum. A half of a pair Half the number of molecules of oxygen In plain and simple air. The age of my daughter Two minus the one Seven, eight, nine or ten Keep on rolling the dice You can try over and over again But none of these will ever be The Magic number. A number multiplied by this number Is always equal to itself It is single, dutifully alone It is the lonliest number And therefore will always be The undeniably, distinguishable difference Between the numbers two and three. (January 26, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,