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A number's just a simple sign,  
Yet deeper meanings intertwine.  
Like scars that tell a tale,  
Each figure's more than pale-
-A life lived in each line, so divine! 

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Seems like forever since I have read any of your work... I have been away for such a long time due to my new knee...and life... I really enjoyed your poem as I certainly relate to it. Now in Spain all my numbers have changed..not just my phone number but my new passport, residence, etc... Yes, we are numbers...Even going back to elementary school! Where did we sit... first row...first seat...so number one... Really made me think of all the numbers and then when we are gone the saying is (I think) his number was up...
Lisa, still in Spain...

[Red Brick Keshner]

Hello Lisa! Como estado? With newness numbers refresh, and bring a modicum of comfort and reliability like easily remembering one’s own phone number or locker combination! But a hassle otherwise.

[Coyote Poetry]

A old face. I believe is beautiful my dear friend. I liked how you used words to describe the lines on our faces. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Coyote, we do well to broaden our scope and understanding of beauty. Cheers 👍🏻

[Tumi]

Fine lines to express feelings,what it means?, a nice poem though

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I guess when I was in college I was just a simple sign.
Back then, we felt like a number with us just being a draft number or a social security number.
Where did our names go?
We were lives...people, not numbers.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Yes! There were distinct periods in my life wherein I was made to feel like a number; and that can still happen, where those that do lapse into objectifying and bottom line every activity under the sun. It’s good that several good ones realise and fight against being fashioned into forced automatons. Thanks kindly for reading and interacting j.