by Bob Blogworthy

48 and counting

Counting years

Counting time

Wishing away both

 

Counting opportunities

Counting chances

Counting misses

It all counts

It all counts for nought

 

Sometimes I quite like myself

That doesn’t count

If I sit still and slowly count

Hours pass gently

And I’ve achieved

A day I never have to do again.

© Bob Blogworthy

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