Another one for JD Mader's #2minutesgo writing exercise on his website, Unemployed Imagination - check it out :)
I count the minutes, not the hours,
Then the hours, not the days,
Just the days, never the weeks,
And you can forget about the years.
I take the train, forget the bus,
Prefer to walk when I could run,
Spare my blushes for the sun
When the rain throws me a smile.
I am the morning, not the night,
The stars that shine and never blight,
I know your pain, your every fear,
The memory of you sleeping here.
I know the year will always end,
But on this trick I can depend –
To think of it as a zillion seconds,
And there my eternity beckons.
copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 22, 2016