Number Poem by Ragy Sandid

Of course, numbers change
And so do we
We're lost in a range
Numbers make us be

On our birthday: innocent
Then the opposite
Hellbent on heaven sent
Love and lust beset

To have is to be rich
To have not is to be poor
Normal numbers we stitch
To pocket a number that's sure

Just how much we weigh
Look at the gage and calculate
An obsession to obey
A better number is normal weight

Then look at the clock
That just keeps ticking
Some want it to stop
Have it two-way kicking

Then look at the calendar
The numbers that fade
Even if everyone demanded
It be a number well paid

Young want number speed
Old want it slow
Each one to succeed
In making a number glow