Counting Rhymes

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!