We breath by seconds,
move by minutes,
and live our lives by hours.
We count our days in squares of paper,
that we often hang on our walls.
Sorted by 30's spread by the 12's,
and celebrate when the last of them falls.
All of this cause we can count...
a count down poem...or a count up one? either way it could be...clever intelligent write...ten for the brilliant idea behind this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hav a poem like this ish but called Time anyway very cool poem always Becca