Algebra

I sit at my table and ponder

The Universe, Its wonders out yonder

I’m learning to think and to gander

At Algebra and how to let my dander

RETREAT

I want to beat

The soul’s anxiety and defeat

To be confounded by numbers . . .

So shoots me asunder

Algebra, Calculus, Geometry and me

REGROUP

The secrets of the universe tied into verse

Of numbers and letters so terse

Will I be able to reverse . . .

This trend of fear at the Inverse?

REJOICE

Rest Glial Cells and employ

The Wanaway to great joy

Write the problem, don the answer

And spout "Yes I can sir"

REMEMBER . . .

The future remains a blur

But the paths to a degree all concur

Higher math, higher thought

No matter the cost, is not lost

REFINE

Saddle the mind with 10x=b

And its brothers

No more to be blind

Receiving in kind

The road to a life unhindered . . .

Heather Jones -- 2004