Some are born to greatness by pure twist of fate
They manage to create marvelous inventions
There is never too much for them on their plates
They receive praise and seldom any criticism
Far too often their names are lost in history
It is quite the thing, never having to fear a stumble
Many are content to live their lives in obscurity
A truly great man is one who knows how to be humble
Stories are told of the world's greatest mathematician
To him mathematics was pure joy, never a bummer
He would marvel people doing huge lists of addition
It was thrilling to watch him; he was a great summer.
Tim D. Culey -2013-
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I never thought of it quite like that! Excellent poem :)
ReplyDeleteI liked that very much
ReplyDeleteA decidedly different spin on summer!!
ReplyDeleteI forgot to add......have a great vacation in Hawaii !!
DeleteInteresting twist to the ending, nice write.
ReplyDeleteHere I was thinking...getting to the end and what does this all have to do with summer.....I should have known the last line would deliver summer...though not in a seasonal way!! bravo!
ReplyDeleteI really love your interpration that is nicely penned, as always!
ReplyDeleteI meant 'interpretation' and not 'interpration'.
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