Counting the seconds
where emotions reside;
There, they can beckon,
like a strong rip tide.
Counting the minutes
where thoughts may dwell,
some fleeting snippets,
others, hard to quell.
Counting the hours
where work gets done.
Flourishing like flowers
or wilting in the sun.
Counting the days,
wary of inaction.
Looking for ways
to find satisfaction.
Counting the weeks
as we rush around.
Some pass in streaks,
others run aground.
Counting the months,
seeking fulfilment.
Challenges confront,
and we hold with commitment.
Counting the years,
and the wisdom they bring,
from blood, sweat and tears,
and a refusal to give in.
Counting the decades,
reminiscing lost youth.
Memory fades;
We can't fight the truth.
Counting my blessings,
I'm still here today.
Sometimes, with no bearings,
but I'm still finding my way.