When numbers leap up at me I often feel scared; They can be aggressive Maker thinking impaired.
I try not to fluster To think these things through, But I can still end up muddled Not having a clue.
In the shop I try hard To keep check on my spend, But I’m easily distracted And I have to pretend That I know what I’m doing, Mind and brain won’t agree; Are two for the price of one Same as buy one get one free?
When I’m with my bank statement Checking up what I’ve spent, Deducting those refunds Allowing for rent, Assuming some interest, Checking those bills, It gives me a headache – Cue for some pills.
Life should be much easier. If only I’d been An attentive student I could have foreseen, That time spent with maths In school in my teens, Might have paid off – Unless it’s my genes!
Three score years and ten I will not see again; At least I know that My bible’s my brain. My life is a number Too large to keep count It’s approaching seven dozen – I demand a recount.
Those of you who remember my first two blog posts – on25th and 28th July this year, will recall that I dedicated my ‘Rolands Ragbag’ blog to David Alexander King (DAK).
DAK was, for many years, a teacher in both London and Kent, before becoming headteacher of a Special Needs School in Surrey.
He both encouraged and inspired me to dip my talents, such as they are, into the blogging world. He himself was a prolific writer, a poet and artist, who published a new poem nearly every day for several years before he sadly died three years ago this month. David found particular inspiration in the work of the Irish Nobel Prize Winning poet, Seamus Heaney, who died just 2 months before David, in August 2013.
DAK’s work is still accessible on his website at: picsandpoems
I am taking the opportunity to mention his work again in his memory.
The photograph below is of Dave and was taken by me in 2010 on the shores of the Bristol Channel, at Brean Beach, Burnham-on-Sea, in Somerset . . .