Day dawns and life now reasserts its sway;
Sleep ends and dreams now slowly fade away,
Leaving behind the gains which I thought real.
Reality and the sun the truth reveal, That time has shattered youth and brought old age.
Shall I depart midst over-arching rage, Those aspirations which I held most dear,
Abandoned now as hope gives way to fear? Now that I’m hurt, unheard and unfulfilled,
Can I refute those truths my life distilled,
And face what unmapped seas fate holds in store,
Without a faith to bear me to the shore?
‘Teaching Maths’ … Collage by Clive Butler – c.1984
When numbers leap up at me I often feel scared; They can be aggressive Render 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.