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The Accountant's Soul

Poets dabble in words 
And their experience 
In the world is rich, 
Because things have names
And names are words, 
And you can say them
And write them down,
And remember them,
And manipulate and 
Make order of them.

Poets are the forgers of
Myths, the makers of
Memory, and we can chant
Their names, even if we 
Never read their works:
Eliot, Frost, Dickenson, Hughes,
Whitman, Angelou, Keats, and Longfellow
The list is long, but
I have a poet's soul, so 
I won't count them.

Accountants dabble in numbers 
And their experience 
In the world is rich, 
Because things have values
And values are numbers, 
And you can add them
And write them down,
And record them,
And manipulate and 
Make order of them.

But Accountants are not
The forgers of myths, 
Or the makers of memory, 
And we cannot chant
Their names, because
Names are not numbers
So theirs are forgotten
But accountants
Do not have have 
A poet's soul, so 
They don't care.