One Poem by Javier Falcon

One is the most desolate number,
it has no one to be with by its side,
stands alone from all the rest.
as if no one wants to be with it.

As it only becomes happy when added,
when multiplied it is still lonely,
as it comes out to be alone once again,
and can't be divided since it only has itself.

One is the most solitary number,
but this number could also hurt others,
since if you subtract it, in any case
you can end up destroying lives.

As one continues to be the forsaken number,
one which will always have its issues,
forever alone and discarded,
the lone wolf in life.