My childhood is filled with the dreaded subject of math,

With its never-ending polynomials and functions and graphs,

The simplifying, calculations, shapes, and surface area,

I dreaded math more than I ever dreaded taking a bath.

 

Learning math was something that I struggled with,

I got frustrated easily, and I would often give up,

Because I didn’t want to waste time checking my work,

“Third time’s the charm,” and it was my fifth.

 

For twelve years straight I loathed arithmetic,

Because math has no creativity or inspiration,

Poetry, however, has no real answer and it is free,

I guess that is why I found relief in being poetic;

 

Enough!  Finally I have found that I am free!

I finally have figured out the secret to comprehending,

The difficult word problems and binomials and charts,

The secret is time and perseverance;  patience is the key.

 

No more temper tantrums and crying over calculations,

No more last minute late nights to submit assignments,

I have solved the unsolvable problem of math itself,

That patience is the answer to understanding my frustrations.