I’ve lived half of my life and there is much that I’ve seen
I still have most of my hair but lost a lot of my sheen.
I’m not be the most important person, but I’d like to announce
That I’m the type of person, that really counts.

Now don’t think it’s a boast. It’s not a matter of degree.
It’s just a fact I toss out, that I’d like you to see.
I don’t do heroic deeds but you don’t need commiserate,
Because everything I do, I can’t help but enumerate.

I count all of the bites, when a cookie I eat (22),
The times that I just sneezed (3), and the coins I found in my seat (35 cents)
And the stairs that I climb each morning I number ( 2 flights of 12),
And each night while in bed, I count sheep while I slumber.

I count all of the books, in a year that I read (105 last year)
And the number of times that I’ve just bumped my head (4).
The games the Wings played (43), as their victories keep mounting (26).
Maybe I didn’t major in business, but I’m still in a counting.

For all who might read this, so my task might be surmounted,
I ask you to please, stand up and be counted.
So for those whose personality makes them curious birds,
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