The count goes on, as a matter of time
Its significance, a mere state of mind
The second was created to tick for a minute
Monumenting the hour, we erected a 'Watch' tower
Hours turned to days,
then weeks became months,
and as if that weren't enough,
someone 'Counted' the months
Commemorating the first second
Nay! shed not a tear!
Although it's young life has ended
We decease another year
We are irate by the 'Count down'
When we celebrate,
"Happy Birthdays", as a clown with a frown
As for me! 'count' me out!
I'll have no part of time's game
Nor will I become a 'Sum Total'
The equations the same
Ageless and forever young, while
time I defy, and at d**h I snear!
'Tis but a fool that gets older,
Counting every New Year--