When I was a child

I knew some counting rhymes

Later I realized

Adults had their own ones

Ones count children

But the other ones count money

There are the people

Who are fond of counting cars

We can't do without it

All of us are

The children of our Father God

In turn He counts us

And our mortal souls

And especially He likes

To count all our sins

Everyone finds something for counting

But no one finds that we can fit easily

The life into the counting rhymes

The counting rhymes!

ONE, TWO – You were born

But no one knows what for

THREE, FOUR – You grew up

But who can tell you why?

FIVE, SIX – You became

Clever and respected

SEVEN, EIGHT – You gave rise

To a cub or more than one

Nothing matters in this world

In which none trusts in other's word

NINE – You'll go blind

And gain many deceases

TEN – In loneliness

And darkness you will die

Everyone finds something for counting

But no one finds that we can fit easily

The life into the counting rhymes

ONE, TWO – What is God? –

An interesting question…

THREE, FOUR – Where does He dwell

Or is He just a dream?

FIVE, SIX – Is there Hell?

And which one of directions

Will I choose to go there

For meeting HIM?

If They are in existence

They both exactly laugh at us

SEVEN, EIGHT – Let's count

The silver stars in black space

NINE, TEN – In a word

These countings made me tired!

Everyone finds something for counting

But no one finds that we can fit easily

The life into the counting rhymes

The counting rhymes!

…Rhymes!