Mother-told stories at bed time but then,
Didn’t you count the infinity of time
Where she would not last forever.
Count things with blessings in them,
The few slowly count and
In haste the many.
Who counts knows after a while
Where the heart lies. It is somewhere
Beating between zero and a handful.
You may count and wait for a
Better roll of the dice, don’t you
Know two comes long after one ?
Who really wants to know you,
Looks up online for synonyms, who really
Wishes to meet trips the countdown.
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