Dial Right Number Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The coded cyphers on a telephone
Have hidden functions, so do words in speech.
Equations, feelings, logic, Man can teach
Neglecting not precision. Stood alone
Useless is knowledge. Love's bloom soon is blown,
Mocking beauty, when one cannot reach
Before Time fails, true soulmate, for from each
Entity springs seeds which need be sown,
Rising like the sap in Spring. The tone
Signals communication. Life's a niche
Created to be filled. Truth always preach,
Offer horizons simple, not high-flown,
Use Numbers, words, with care where contact make
Take current when it serves, ends don't mistake.