I say to the leader: Count your garden by the flowers, Never by the leaves that fall; Count your days by the sunny hours, Not remembering clouds at all. Count your nights by stars, not shadows; Count your life by smiles, not tears; And on this beautiful [October] afternoon, [leader,] Count your age by friends, not years.
Offering a poetic reflection on life and friendship.
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