(obsession
doggerel)
Days
Are Numbered: arithomania
“You seem
obsessed with numbers,” said
The doctor
with the chart.
“The
numerals are everywhere—
Inside
your head and heart.”
"I
know," sniffed Boris, “and I'm glad
In ways
that I can’t count.
I love
that numbers multiply;
Forever
they will mount.”
“Oh, they
will stop,” the doctor sighed,
“Inside
your heart and head.”
“When’s
that?” asked Boris skeptically.
“When you,”
he said, “are dead!”
“You’re
wrong!” cried Boris, self-assured.
“Now
listen well—attend!
The years
will still accumulate
And Time
will never end.”
“It ends
for you the day you die—
A fact you
can’t surmount.
The
numbers really stop for you
When you
aren’t there to count.”
Depressed,
poor Boris headed home
Inside a
sort of daze.
He was
unhappy—angry, too.
Oh, let me
count the ways!
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