I'D Forgotten To Count

I'll make a way and seize the day if only my heart would learn, the morning dawns a canvas drawn the hope for all we yearn. Awake and shine a sprightly twinkle lingering round aging eyes as seeds of joy furrowed in wrinkles release the sorrows of sleepless night. Back casts the image A journey hardrock washed a life bent senescent of years best not forgot. Weary legs lead the way to pretty wild flowers scattering Carpe Diem, let wisdom say for that which youth is scavenging. Smells and sights and sounds so ravishing amble the aged called glory bound prudence discovered mysteries foreshadowing a time for the blessings I'd forgotten to count.