You're worth more than an addition.
You wouldn't count the plates you've lifted
and find
that having repped four, you're a unit more worthy
then had you done three.
You're worth more than a subtraction.You wouldn't count the plates you've eaten
and find
that having consumed an extra two helpings, you're two units less worthy
then had you had your regular quantity.
You're worth more than a multiplication.You wouldn't count the lovers you've embraced
and find
that after ten dates, you're 3.34 units more worthy
then had you settled for three.
You're worth more than a division.You wouldn't count the friends you've bro-fisted
and find
that having only three, you're ten times less worthy
then had you amassed thirty.
I think you're worth more than an equationand, even if it were a formula,
It'd have more digits and less decimals than
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Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.