I counted the good days, their
Frequency and intensity, their
Everlasting legacy, life quality
As indicated,
Once a month became
Quarterly only to fall into the
Annual range, eventually
Morphing into abandonment.
I counted the tumblings in hay, their
Frequency and sensitivity, their
Fleeting ambiguity, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became once a week
Monthly slowed to annually, eventually
Decades would have passed by in
Delightful drought.
I counted the self reflecting, in
Cracked unpolished mirrors and
Closed circuit televisions, life quality
As indicated,
Once a day became monthly
Drudgery, drifting further away
From the imagery of self held
Innately.
Qualities as illustrated,
A slice of pie served without
Custard or cream on a
Menu of life โ incomprehensible
