I am struggling with digits,
Digits juggle in my head.
Digits tumble and they jumble
On the paper I just read
Every time I try to capture
Such a bouncing numeral,
It teases me by dissipating,
Becoming quite undoable.
Give me a bucket filled with letters
I make sense of everything
I arrange and rearrange
And I make the letters sing
But these senseless digits wobble
And they hobble and they fall
So I blow them off my notepad
Good riddance, once and for all.
© Darren White
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