THE SLOPE OF THE LINE
This exit leads me into age,
A corridor of downward slope.
MX plus be is always why
The change of life over time is hope
And gives me self to hang my rope.
I stretch my neck to see the sky,
Remove my gloves to turn the page.
My tear-filled glass of footprints lost,
The columned numbers vetting night,
The set of sums, the longish tail,
Statistically sound but not quite right,
A leap to the left will banish the sight,
And just in case my thoughts derail,
I'll shift my estimates of cost.
For future reference past comes last
And all the dailies circumvent
The absolute value of regret
My pockets empty, money spent,
With small returns on what I've lent
but I can smile if I forget,
And fly I might if I go fast.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #22
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
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