Can't count the ways
I have missed since born.
So many idle moments
Left on each morn.
Yet it seems not to matter,
As they are captured later on.
A nuisance, at best, when remembered,
And still they tag along.
I'll not let them off easy,
As to forget them entirely.
That would be the easy way out,
But in the long run, not my lot.
Love ya!
Jane
Regis