A thousand four hundred and fourty,
That's how many minutes per day,
So count, lying and holding
Your days in a useless way.
There is no changes for couchmen,
To be honest, it hurts their houses,
But the time is going even when
Sombody's all talking and no trousers.
Day by day time jogs in uncertainty,
It wraps the time silently plotting.
I wake up, my heart is shouting:
A thousand four hundred and fourty!
02.07.2023
