Numbers and I

Numbers and I

“Let’s count sheep.” Said Ma, drifting with me far,
To dreams coalescing.

Wretched digits spoke, ne’er to me at par;
Unlike verse caressing.

My self-worth necrosed, by them to eschar,
Math problems distressing.

I strum number-lines, like strings of a guitar,
Ignorance confessing.

Meter, verse, syllable; my struggle,
Poet’s arithmetic.

Equity, tax, stocks; figurine bazaar;
Oft jilted in guessing!

Should I learn, I might
Blithely count each star,
Outnumbered by blessing.
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