Mar 2014
One, two, three I count on my hands
Four, five, six billion grains of sand
Seven, eight, nine hours passed away
Ten, eleven, twelve years of disarray.
Four, five, six billion grains of sand
Seven, eight, nine hours passed away
Ten, eleven, twelve years of disarray.
I was waiting at McDonald's for my classmate to arrive for two long hours. And so I decided to compose a poem about time and waiting.
