Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds was painful
Letting my emotions swing back and forth, back and forth, twisting my gut in knots
Observing how life seems to move in slow motion making breathing difficult
Can’t seem to make those hands spin any faster, even if I stare so hard at the thing I go blind
Killing time sounds like it would be easy, but now I realize time is killing me instead
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Obviously, age is just a number counting trips around the sun
Leaving its loving marks on mind and body
Despite our desire for the contrary
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Mile after mile spins by as I pump the pedals
Out of every pore pours the tears of exercise
I am covered in a river of exertion
Shifting the color of my shirt three shades darker with saturation
That’s without counting the humidity
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Really can’t believe you said “I do”
Even though it was twenty-three years ago
Because I still hear the echoes of those words every day
Each touch and smile deepen my bond to you
Could never imagine not taking this journey with you
Counting myself blessed beyond any measure
Always and forever yours.
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Pointing at a vague point on the horizon
Larry started to walk that direction
As the steps climbed into the tens, then hundreds, then thousands
Counting them became irrelevant
Eventually finding himself while he lost his …
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Counting the pennies of each minute
Every one of them needed to be pried out of his arthritic hands
Never once did he give out his opinion easily
Two pieces of precious copper seemed two too many
So he hoarded his moments, his thoughts his treasure trove
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Counting my blessings, one by one
Until I realized how full my life has been
Simple calculus that comforts me
Perhaps I’ve reached the apex of life?
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