One, two, three, four.

You count the days, the months, the score.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You watch the clock,

and count the grade.

After twelve you graduate,

and then the real counting starts.

Count the relationships,

count the cars,

count the money,

and count the bars.

Count the bills,

and count the stars.

They only go up, so far.

Count the years at the job.

Count the kids,

and years with their mom.

Count your blessings

when you look around,

until you realize

you’re counting down.

The days get shorter

and time flies.

Count the minutes

flying from your life.

Count the wealth,

but you lose your health,

if you don’t count the reps as well.

Count down the days

until you retire.

The clock stops ticking

as you expire.

Count down the kids as they grow.

Count down the friends as they go.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.

Count the reasons you still exist.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Ready or not,

here it comes.

Count your steps.

The hairs on your head.

God knows the life we’ve led.

Count down

to our next event.

The numbers don’t really matter

in the end.



DJR – 2023

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