Calculate now the expected life
Only in years, not in experience
And not in emotions like love, strife

Years of the darkening Moon traversing
The shining sky in daylight and in darkness
Ignore that Moon equation, it doesn’t parse

And don’t get sidetracked because your heart
Dissolved and ran down your legs into your shoes
We will correct for that later, with a newer calculus

Cover the unknown quantities with letters and numbers and words
Secure them rigidly to the years, so that mathematics can anoint them
Hopefully divorcing them from the roomful of tears and tears in the skin.