You know they say Accounts is boring
Full of rules and such.
But I see in it a beauty,
One that I miss so much.
Accounting is an art,
Not to be framed or praised.
You will never find it hung in galleries,
And most will not be amazed.
It has in its insipid placidity
A calmness, stillness of being
It prizes precision, stoic obedience
And an unquestioning routine.
In its so called predictability
Many are led to be jaded
To do something the same way over and over
They find that the novelty has faded.
But to me it is a land
Where man rules with his mind and his hand
Where everything has a place to be
And a counter- part to keep it company.
I miss so much the process
Of allocating what needs to be.
I ache sometimes for that closure
The drawing of double lines, you see.
Because amidst the raging chaos
Of our bubbling minds
Accounts demands discipline
And control of some kind.
I don’t find this stifling
I find in it a peace
A closure most of life doesn’t offer
And with its balance sheets, a release.
It’s nice to make sense for a change
Of our haphazard world
Where everything belongs somewhere
And nothing is left unheard.
Accounts, you are well adjusted
Perhaps too much to a fault
People are tired of your perfection
The balance you bring, the halt.
But I in my maze of a mind
Love to do a few sums
That start of like puzzles
But end up being fun
Mostly because there are answers
That are arguably right
This absoluteness maybe a construct
But I’m willing to suspend my insight
And go along with something
For once that keeps me on track
Accounts you are meditation
You demand concentration that most people lack.
Poetry is applauded
Poetry is acclaimed
But in the real world, it is you who are useful
Although you don’t have any fame.
You are also a quiet achiever
That doesn’t boast of your strengths
Rarely a loud inspiration
That does not go to great extents.
You are not melodramatic
Nor do you lure peoples with guise
What you see is what you get.
No gimmicks and no lies.
You teach me of a denied truth
That reality is boring.
Your philosophy is order and balance
Your karmic world sends me soaring.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
You know they say Accounts is boring
Full of rules and such.
But I see in it a beauty,
One that I miss so much.
Accounting is an art,
Not to be framed or praised.
You will never find it hung in galleries,
And most will not be amazed.
It has in its insipid placidity
A calmness, stillness of being
It prizes precision, stoic obedience
And an unquestioning routine.
In its so called predictability
Many are led to be jaded
To do something the same way over and over
They find that the novelty has faded.
But to me it is a land
Where man rules with his mind and his hand
Where everything has a place to be
And a counter- part to keep it company.
I miss so much the process
Of allocating what needs to be.
I ache sometimes for that closure
The drawing of double lines, you see.
Because amidst the raging chaos
Of our bubbling minds
Accounts demands discipline
And control of some kind.
I don’t find this stifling
I find in it a peace
A closure most of life doesn’t offer
And with its balance sheets, a release.
It’s nice to make sense for a change
Of our haphazard world
Where everything belongs somewhere
And nothing is left unheard.
Accounts, you are well adjusted
Perhaps too much to a fault
People are tired of your perfection
The balance you bring, the halt.
But I in my maze of a mind
Love to do a few sums
That start of like puzzles
But end up being fun
Mostly because there are answers
That are arguably right
This absoluteness maybe a construct
But I’m willing to suspend my insight
And go along with something
For once that keeps me on track
Accounts you are meditation
You demand concentration that most people lack.
Poetry is applauded
Poetry is acclaimed
But in the real world, it is you who are useful
Although you don’t have any fame.
You are also a quiet achiever
That doesn’t boast of your strengths
Rarely a loud inspiration
That does not go to great extents.
You are not melodramatic
Nor do you lure peoples with guise
What you see is what you get.
No gimmicks and no lies.
You teach me of a denied truth
That reality is boring.
Your philosophy is order and balance
Your karmic world sends me soaring.
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