some and none
have run off
to find just one
one is next to two,
when they agree
together they make three
easy to accept some
but none is out of place
and strange to them
zero seems to be
and yet is not
counted with the lot
rests next to one
and tells you
in which direction
you have run
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem