Journey to the Right Brain
Our brains, the experts do opine,
Have a left side, a right side, and a dividing line –
But that daunting corpus callosum
I fear to cross it - there to, here from.
I started out upon a path
Of dedication to studying math,
A fascinating field for sure,
Its revelations beautiful and pure.
But then, you will be sad to hear
Of my unfortunate IT career.
I’ve done my time, and now I’m free,
As I can now exclaim with glee.
So how am I to spend my time?
Is there a mountain yet to climb?
I still like math’s secrets, so sublime.
Perhaps, I’ll discover a new kind of prime!
But I can hear another voice
That says I have another choice.
What is the source of this refrain?
I think it’s the right side of my brain.
Dare I cross that mountain range
To my right brain so new and strange?
There may be wonders to behold
Or even splendors of pure gold.
But, what if I should make a chunk
Of something similar to junk,
The sound of which it makes is clunk,
The smell of which resembles skunk?
A mistake in math, like eleventy-six,
An eraser and some graphite fix -
But for a right-brain belly-flop,
It’s me to which, I must apply a mop.
But I resolve, right here and now,
Flops won’t make me have a cow.
When everything is said and done,
The important thing is having fun.
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David Crandall
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