Count Your Blessings Poem by Edgar Eslit

Count one, two, three
Count again two, three, four
Count some more three, four, five
Count further more six, seven, eight
Count finally seven, eight, nine and ten
Hold it, yes, hold it
You're countin' nothin'
Does it makes sense?
If your answer is 'no'
Well, that made sense
For 'yes' is nonsense
That's what life is
Sometimes we're losing senses
But as it is,
It made sense
Cheer up! You're alive!
Start counting your blessings