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--