Three-Hundred-Sixty-Five Days In A Year[[unfinished]] - Poem by Shannon Nicole
There's sixty seconds in a minute,
There's sixty minutes in a hour,
There's twenty-four hours in a day,
There's seven days in a week,
There's four weeks in a month,
There's twelve months in a year.
Each second someone registers a thought,
Each minute someone begins to hurt,
Each hour someone starts to cry,
Each day someone's heart is broken,
Each week someone is going to worry,
Each month someone is waiting for a phone call,
Each year someone will receive at least one letter.
With three-hundred-sixty-five days in a year,
One couple will fall in love,
Two hearts will begin to mend,
Three words will mean the world,
Four eyes, two pairs, will see the boundary,
Five fingers to count the thoughts,
Six different expressions to explain,
Seven total mood swings,
Eight days to cry,
Nine days to hurt,
Ten days to repeat.
With every unexplained thought,
There's always someone worrying in the crowd.
With every misunderstood expression,
There's always someone that gets hurt.
With every single phrase,
There's always someone that doesn't hear it right.
With every pair of eyes,
There's always a heart to match.
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