Jeffrey McCambridge

Rookie - 7 Points (08/19/1985)

The Magic Of Numbers (Ten Fingers) - Poem by Jeffrey McCambridge

What type of magic
Is there in the names
We give numbers?

In my mind I see
Five fingers to a hand
Each digit tracing
A separate numeral
In the sand.

But these ten fingers
Have never worked together
To make a single table,
Or a set of chairs,
Four legs to the floor.

Even if two feet
Carry me all this way
Step by step, each year
Three hundred sixty-five days a year

My two eyes have never
Counted waves crashing on the beach;
I have only one life to live
With only one soul to give.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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