Some people keep track

    of their dates as they went;

 

I don’t.

 

And others take care

    with the time they have spent;

 

I won’t.

 

 

I don’t know….I don’t count….it’s been many a year,

 

sometime back when 

    I was 21.

 

 

I quit keeping track, 

    I don’t count anymore;

 

way back then, 

    when still plenty young.

 

Sometime back when, 

    in some other war;

 

I was young,

    I survived;

        Bless my stars,

I’m alive!

 

 

But many’s the lad,

    who had no such luck;

 

and that has been yet 

    my biggest regret.

 

 

Ever since then,

    my count’s been amuck.

 

For many who count,

    there are some who gave up.

 

I can’t count….I won’t count….I don’t keep 

    track of it;

 

like those who don’t count, 

    whom I shan’t forget.

 

How old am I?

    I haven’t a clue;

but some years more,

    and then, maybe few.

 

 

 

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn