Once weighed in salt to reckon a man, A mark of his service in Rome’s stern span. Now softened to wages for labor and craft, I tally the value your hours have amassed.

I am digits you should never ask a woman Bronze, golden and dark and Ice I’ve went through I add more to you as the years pass by Though in love some say I don’t matter

a legend lost, this man was sweet, the kind you'd like to meet on the street. shoes were daily seen, sharing a foot bath was ignorantly considered obscene. everyone mattered, I preached as my cause, as no child should feel lonely or unsafe at all.

I am used to deliver ideas old and new, but I am not used to only tell what’s true. You can find me in Places open to learn but also closed and burned .

Sixteen of twenty four, its ancient designation, And twenty two of seven was a late approximation. Here to there, then there again, assuming here is central, It's a simple meditation, but the result is transcendental