Do you count your days
Or are you busy in your ways
Is your step light as a feather blowing
Or do you count each one just to be known
I wonder if in this life's interlude
We wander along while thought will preclude
A plan for the hour, day and week
When having to react to what occurs looks so bleak.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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