Language of mathematics

We add we subtract,

We divide we multiply,

It is a simple game,

For the challenged mind

He says he is not good in maths,

But sure can count up all the numerous of times

To which he had no time,

To hold his child,

To pray to god,

To simply reply,

He had no time to waste,

Had to run else he would loose twice the stakes

She says she is no good,

But counts the months, weeks,

Hours minutes till they reunite,

Hopes for her child to see his father,

Prays for him to hold her tight,

With him she has already wasted a third of her life,

But she can't simply disappear,

For she'd rather die

At this game where there is only one answer,

They argue over the solution,

He differentiates,

Whilst she desperately integrates for a better conclusion,

Decades pass,

But they never find the equation,

Both fail miserably,

The answer: calculus

The language of mathematics,

A challenging test,

One that can raise you up to heaven,

Or drag you down to hell