I count the tiles on the floor,
I count them till there are no more.
I count the bricks upon the wall,
I count the pictures down the hall.
I count the books upon the shelf,
I count them quiet, to myself.
I count the cars parked on the road,
I count the trucks with half a load.
I count the birds up in the tree,
I count whatever I can see.,
So, is there something wrong with me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep countin', Debora, 'cuz you'll always feel better. If you can count everything, then you'll never miss anything. ~Shane~