The Math Teacher Pilaging the streets, a man with a crooked face, and a broken tooth continues to stumble down the alleys and avenues of a world we once knew to be plentiful. Aging, he recalls the former owners of the alleys were the bugs and the animals that stalked the fields which were paved in grass as opposed to gold, at one time. Leaning on a lampost, he remembers the nights without blinding lights to take your sight, but the silent cold- nights that kept you safe under a blanket, instead of a security system. Seeing a man and women fighting in the back he cherishes the faithfulness Americans used to bestow in one- another and the respect all men paid to women, out of the deepest pits of their soul, and heart. But we, still, are an aging nation he thinks, and in order to proceed, we must first take 8 steps back, and realize our own mistakes This method could be our downfall, but everything is a guess and check format. L L