Geometric Progression

There comes a point at which one’s youth
Might be considered to have passed.
This may not correspond, in truth,
To Total Years on Earth Amassed.
A case in point: I’m fifty years
Behind my Grandmama in age
But still I’m two days in arrears
Of marking that upon this page.
She’s now twelve-hundred twenty-four
Months old, so, mathematically,
Two days’ delay produced a more
Exciting number string for me:
12 / 24 / 48*
(*That’s hours.) Cool, right? Just a touch?
I hope you didn’t mind the wait,
Grandmama. Love you very much!


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