By The Numbers
© 1990, Herb Hasler
A reflected blue, with splashes of red
A willing body without a head.
Floating memories, impossible to catch
Desperately clawing an inoperable latch
Each prayer uttered at the end of the last
Each day crushing all that have passed
Life draining from a slow leak in the soul
Never to reform or again be whole
Failure can be a graveyard turned over
And happiness float on a four leaf clover
But hope is a frame to construct a dream
And success a reflection of self-esteem
Sprinkle yourself in all of life's wonders
Love with your soul, not by the numbers