A Number, Not A Name

We live our lives with the labels given to us and with every passing second, these labels become less and less significant and now we stand only with a number, our names forgotten. Even if we die, then our number is replaced by another, that is how important all of us are. Just another statistical figure. Hence the following poem.



A number not a name,
That’s all I have become,
From birth till death,
A number not a name,
My identity,
My existence,
My reality,
My persistence,
All recognised by,
A number not a name,
Abstraction,
Less ambiguous,
Concrete,
Superfluous,
Yet derivation necessary,
From axioms of the extraordinary,
In the end I am,
A number not a name,
My appraisal,
My recognition,
A debacle,
In cognition,
My relations,
My preferences,
My elations,
My differences,
My love,
My heart,
My feelings,
A jump start,
But for that as well a cue,
After all I am,
A number not a name.

'Till next time!
;)