It is good to count those moments, and days, br when life is there as a form of play, br rather than to generalise about the years. br br So say I, through laughter and through tears br br intermittently. br br 'Say I', I say - br untrue; for today br that piece of wisdom br imparted from a friend br who sits in a kingdom br whose life does not bend br br except for the better, br and entirely sans fetter br br of love, of friendship, of openness br and all of those things to which I aspire. br br Of all of those things br of which no person should tire. br br Oh... how I admire that ability br to be a 'just me' br from day to day: br br perhaps (just perhaps) br it may come some day. br br Eggshells, rollercoasters, walking on dust. br Laughing 'til the tears come, as they invariably must. br br Count and enjoy the moments, the days; br they are not, alas, always here to stay; br br 'Carpe Diem', is another approach, I feel. br br And yet... there is, just perhaps, always still br the capacity to grudge, to resent, to withold.... br br Unless by a good friend one is finally told br br to remember the moments, the days and the hours, br when the loving, and living, and laughter was ours.