On the eleventh
of the eleventh
eleventy-eleven,
someone looked at the calendar
and shrugged.
.
“It’s just a date, mate!”
said a passing monk,
“It doesn’t mean anything
in the scheme of things.”
and he passed on.
.
Many years later,
that statement
would have been found
to be true.
.
For numbers
and dates
don’t relate to fates;
as your fait accompli
of life
has long been decided.
