6

The die that rolls has me

Skating across the board.

Pearl dots paired in triplet

Keep me ahead of the game.

It stalks me now, this sum

Of parts so much greater

Than the whole of a number

That carries its own weight.

A fair weather friend,

These days it counts in decades

Where once it made do with

Months or years, at a push.

6 will always be there.

An accident of birth,

When bigger than Jesus

Mop heads performed their last

And England won the cup.

Next time it's a leap year.

We'll have a rendezvous

With Jupiter, I'm told.

September 2013