Counting days…

We count count days,
but our minds don’t keep them all,
it sieves, it categories
The good days from the bad
The laughs from the tears
And makes the days in between
Seem like background music
We can sometimes we don’t realise
That we live in predestined times
That the days we count have been given to us,
Gifted to us
We are given to give
I pray you give
As you count your days as this year ends