Losing Count

I’m losing count of the days.
I’m not winning this game.
Many moons have fallen
before my eyes. Many stars
have burnt out. Many nights
have come. Many times,
I’ve lost track – lost count.
The number of times?
I’ll never know the amount.
I lose track of the time
as I pen lines that rhyme.
Sometimes, I wish I knew
how many times in life
that I have counted
the same day twice. Still,
the count is gone: lost.
Each line that I’ve drawn
has now been crossed.
Countless of times, I have
wasted time recounting.
Now, I think to myself:
I should’ve been rounding.


Lost and Found

Losing a sense of self

To find a sense of wealth

Running to the finish line

With a fixed amount of time

Looking too far ahead blurs the present

Satisfied with a life that is meant

Stop and look for others stopped too

Rushing gets old, try something new

Be yourself and stay honest

Be in the mirror and not on it.

Pt. 2

Find a dollar but lost common sense

How far has this money been bent?

Don’t question cash flow, just keep working

Sad that no one can see internal bling