Second hand poem

A second ago, a sixty was expected

But, the six disappeared; only the zero remained

How did the end become a beginning?

From zero to one to two to three to four

Five, the proud silver medallist 

At the multiplication table Olympics 

Six, seven, eight and nine followed

Ten, seems like a destination for many

But not for the second hand of my watch

Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen

Follow one after the other

Stopping momentarily at each 

Before moving on to the next

Sixteen, considered sweet when it comes once a lifetime

But for the second hand of my watch

The next sixteen is only a minute away

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

Twenty one, a major milestone in a person's life

But just another number on the dial of my watch

Twenty two, three, four, five

Followed by twenty six, seven, eight, nine

Thirty, the number that signals the end of youth

Not if you are a member of a political party though

Dirty one, thirty two, dirty three, thirty four, dirty five

Dirty times in a person's life means nothing for the second hand

Thirty six, thirty seven, thirty eight, thirty nine, forty

Is making the proceedings tedious

Forty one is no longer not young

Forty two, forty three, forty four,  ...

Damn! That fellow's question is longer than the Gita

He has camouflaged his ramblings into a question

Forty five and forty six are older than twenty five and twenty six

But younger than fifty five and fifty six

Forty seven, when four christens seven, eleven results

Forty eight, when four crosses eight. thirty two results

Forty nine, when four sleeps under nine

A  quarter more than two results

Fifty, the golden jubilee

Things missed during one's twenties and thirties 

Will remain missed forever

Fifty one, shifty one, shifting quickly towards the sixty

Fifty two, fifty three, fifty four

Tick - tock, tick - tock, tick - tock

Fifty five, five and five throw their paunches at the world

Fifty six, I wonder how I ended up in this mix

Fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine

One full circle is a second away

Sixty, sixty, sixty, sixty

Life doesn't end at sixty

One can go on to sixty one

Or start all over again from one