By the time we count to sixty,
An entire life can change–
A world can be created,
And immediately rearranged.

By the time we count to sixty,
Hundreds enter and leave–
Worlds end and begin,
Like sand through a sieve.

By the time we count to sixty,
We suddenly have sixty less–
Sixty less moments,
But sixty more moments blessed.

By the time we count to sixty,
Our lives modify.
They adapt to the grief,
And mold into delight.

By the time we count to sixty,
We find sixty chances to learn–
Sixty chances to fail,
Sixty chances to prosper.

By the time we count to sixty,
Another sixty pass.
We begin to count the next,
That pass ever more increasingly fast.

By the time we count to sixty,
We yearn even more for time to slow.
For it to suddenly stop,
For some more time to grow.

And by the time we count to sixty,
When perceive how quickly its sped,
We realize how many times,
To sixty we have counted.

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