Shapes of the Past. <br />Numbers of the Present <br />Variables of the Future. <br /> <br />Shapes are different for every little hand drawing them, <br />every grown-up touching them. <br />Sometimes they miss a point, <br />only later to remember and disappoint, <br />in finding it too late to mend, <br />that broken shape. <br /> <br />Numbers are the same every time you see them, <br />a constant in problems and mazes of wits. <br />with one careless mistake, <br />it changes, never to be fixed again, <br />because you wrote in pen, <br />with the confidence of a youth, <br />the bane and talent of adolesence. <br /> <br />Variables change everytime you try to simplify them. <br />Yet they never change their appearance, <br />staying the same throughout. <br />Until that moment, <br />reaching the last step, <br />they just become additional numbers, <br />that might be the right or wrong solution, <br />later confirmed with substitution.<br /><br />Lilly Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/math-of-life/
