By Bryan Haze
Some of us, we don’t count the years
We count the moments
Some of us, we don’t count the tears
They are far too many
Some of us, we don’t count the years
That we have thus far lived
We count the memories
That we have received, and gived
Some of us, we count how long it has been
Since that day when
We lost a parent, a mother, a father – or both
A brother, a sister – or both
A grandparent, or grandparents
Or, even, a child
A dog, a cat, or another beloved pet
Or, even, the love of our life
Those moments
Those dates
Some of us, we count
and recount
Some of us, we count how long it has been
Since that day when
We were in a horrific accident
Or, someone we love
Or, something
We found out we have a chronic
disease or illness
that there is no cure
Or, someone we love
Or, something
Those moments
Those dates
Some of us, we count
and recount
Some of us, we don’t count the years
We count the moments
Some of us, we do count the cheers
Even, if there far too many
Some of us, we don’t count the years
That we have thus far lived
We count the memories
That we have received, and gived
Some of us, we count how long it has been
Since that day when
We spent the best time with a parent, a mother, a father – or both
A brother, a sister – or both
A grandparent, or grandparents
Or, even, a child
A dog, a cat, or another beloved pet
Or, even, the love of our life
Those moments
Those dates Some of us, we count
and recount
Some of us, we count how long it has been
Since that day when
We had the most amazing experience,
purely by accident
Or, someone we love
Or, something
We found out we beat a chronic disease or illness that had no cure
Or, someone we love
Or, something
Those moments
Those dates
Some of us, we count
and recount