Accountancy - The Numbers Game

I still remember the first class of 11th Grade,
When on the board all figures were displayed,
I asked myself "Is that what I really liked?"
That's the moment when that thought striked

I always knew I had a way with numbers,
This time around I had to deal with ledgers,
We started off with the basic terms,
And learnt a bit about Accounts & Firms

It's not that confusing as people think,
Certainly not that boring to make you sink,
To the contrary, I loved the journal concept,
My mind found it easy to recept,
It's just an extension of being organised,
With a financial twist, that's what I've realized

From the Journal entry to the Ledger posting,
It gets easy in a while, and I'm not boasting,
Trial balance is where comes the harder part,
As long as you've been correct,
Nothing can keep you and your tallied balance apart

We learnt about the fundamentals and partnerships,
Admission & Retirement is where your mind would love to take a few trips,
Did you know that there are more accounting ratios than your 10th grade trigo?
Ha! I bet that's not gonna go down well with the Mathematicians' ego,
But hey c'mon, I'd be more interested in knowing my cash flow position,
Than finding the root of a decimal with precision

Yeah I know I've been speaking a lot,
But playing with these numbers is all I've got,
We still haven't talked about the Company accounts & stock market,
And how much we love to make a profit,
But I would want to leave that for some other day,
When I'd fulfil my dream, If I may,
I'll be that CA sitting in my room,
Still enjoying the numbers I assume,
Still in love with Accountancy, The Numbers Game!

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