Just Words Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

One two three four
Seven eight ten.
This title is just words,
Why do numbers I type then?

Thirty sixty ninety,
Forty seven and eleven.
There is order in the universe,
Just as sure as there's a Heaven.

I've taken off my shoes,
For I need my toes to count.
If a dictionary's handy
Then I learn what words to spout.

Fifteen sixteen seventeen
Nineteen and then twenty.
I could go on to Eternity
As numbers and words are plenty.

I cannot go on counting now
For I must get my rest.
But all these things are spinning
In my mind, He knows what's best.

I will be off and dreaming
By the time that you arise.
At night time I'm counting words,
Not listening to my sighs.