Poems on a Boring Math Class

ageless

I am ageless, like the water that brings life, like the air that serves breath, like the earth that holds firm, like the fire that consumes all. I am all these things. I am eternal.

I am ageless, as my hand is cast in stone, or passed on through by ink, or by sweet songs that bards do sing, or purely by virtue of my name. I am by my hands. I am eternal.

limmerick

still now my world is full of song, but i do not sing along, for though the music fills the air, my mind is lost out there somewhere.

Poems on a Boring Math Class.