The counting I prefer takes place in verse
In music, in its rhythms that please the gods.
Counting sheep and goats affects the purse
Can human made misfortunes stem the flood?
Counting metre, rhymes and beating tune
The orchestra conducts itself with Verve
The concert passes over all too soon
Leaving us at peace with happy nerves.
The lover counts the hours the days the Weeks
The worker counts the minutes till she’s free
Discounts her doubts,
she shall find what she seeks
The still small voice will guide when we can’t see.
I count myself as lucky to perceive
To learn to count and measure we deceive.
How my heart sings 
Wonderful