Count

As time pass by, we all get older and older
Many things change, sometime we did not really realize it
People around us come and go
What will left is the footprint of the pass inside of our heart
No matter what kind of memory it is, it's still part of our life
The memory that will be recall later on when the time is come...
Here, i leave a POEM written by Joe Jack,

Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall,
Count your days by sunny hours,
Not remembering clouds of all,
Count your nights by stars, not shadows,
Count your life with smiles, not tears,
And when your life has reached its autumn,
Count your age by friends, not years.
~Joe Jack~