About What Counts – a remix
He counts the birds of many hues
The names of most, he doesn’t know,
but they must count for something too.
His favorites are the noisy blues,
the yellows putting on a show.
He counts the birds of many hues,
this window gives a perfect view.
The black one – oh, it’s just a crow,
but they must count for something too.
He still remembers quite a few
it’s memories that do not flow.
He counts the birds of many hues
until they’re gone, all but a few,
and like them memories have flown,
but they must count for something too.
He sees a face and wonders who,
should he remember them – but no.
He counts the birds of many hues,
and they must count for something too.
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