John McCornack

Rookie (Yukon, Oklahoma)

Algebra Equation

Poem by John McCornack

My Grandpa taught me:

Don't worry about the future.
But know that worrying is as effective
As trying to solve an algebra equation
By eating 12 dill pickles on Sunday.

The real troubles in your life will be
The things you never think about
They are the kind that blindside you
At 4 pm on Tuesday during a rain storm

Comments about Algebra Equation by John McCornack

  • Jemarie Ragudo (11/15/2007 4:13:00 AM)

    If today you don't worry about the future, tomorrow you will regret about today. That's an equation. I like this poem.(Report)Reply

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  • Moth Harris (6/8/2007 8:27:00 PM)

    I love the message this poem sends, great concepts.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 9, 2011