Every Day Counts Poem by Francie Lynch

I have today grown old.
I was never told,
Make every day count.
I counted days,
Missed some years,
My advice may fall on deaf ears
To those who know how to live their lives.
Everyday. Everyway.
It's not easy.
I recognize the mantle
On my children's faces;
See them counting milestones,
Not seeing them as millstones,
Running theirs through the paces.
How do I tell them
To count every day,
and not count every day;
But rather make every day count?