A counting memory

This poem asks the reader to read every word with care , whatever he reads. But take care.

What a wonderful world this is
How more wonderful this world would be
If only you and I play truthfully to it
We only try to adjust with it utmost care

No matter if words don't bound us
No matter if we are cold to all of it
The thing that is to be done is love it
Live it with utmost care with all possible adjustments.

My world is yours and yours is mine
Only when I count you as me and mine as yours.
Only when the ego flashes fly away
Only when the smiles lead to the latest ways

There is heaven to note us our passports
There is Lord who denotes us to the personals
There is a word that simplifies our growth
There is that blessing to satisfy our place

Where you find is not a matter
What you find is also a less matter
Why you find is about your future
How you find is your skill

Note it down, when you count it
Note it for if it matters you
Note it if you wish for it
Note all that only for it is personally yours.

Not otherwise....