ISO Metaophor Poem

Life is like a math problem

Not like a simple math problem such as a algebraic equation

But the hardest problem in like calculus 7

It’s impossible to know the solution an such a young age

Because when you are young and just learning the basics

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division

But as you learn each new part

Progress every single year

Eventually when you are old enough

You’ll have all the lessons you need

To solve the math problem known as life

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