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...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-4/
