A Poem On Math - Poem by Marc Mate
Before me appears a sentence
not of words but numbers,
with symbols co-mingled.
At first sight, nonsense.
A letter stands out in the chain,
'why a letter? ' I ask.
Tis a good inquiry,
for there lies the task.
'A letter for a number',
that am told.
Boggling to the mind, it is;
straining the muscles, it does;
Algebra, its called.
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