THE COUNTER

“I will count up all my many blessings,” said I,

“Although I know it will be hard to count so high;”

But I found very soon it was useless to try—

The faster I count, the faster they multiply.

 

“So,” said I, “I’ll count only blessings I have won

As just rewards for deserving deeds I have done;”

Although my search for deeds to count for hours has run,

I have been unable to count a single one.


©2005 J. G. Braddock Sr.

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