It's not the number of days you woke,
it's the good days against the bad, or agonized days.
And the time, when did you wake in the morning, or late at night because you slept during the days,
and worked or schooled during the night.
What did you say, it was probably a lot - people talk non-stop when they are interested or aroused,
and sometimes we say nothing, when we are bored or confused, waiting for a better moment when we can
hopefully say something meaningful to say.
We all play; we all hope work is our play - wouldn't that be nice to consider work as play, or is that a childish thing to say???
Now growing, as a person, that is incredibly important.
And love, that is like growing, realizing what love is.
To die, the inevitability of it all, life itself.
Living, again, the most incredibly sacred gift we all share.

And I mean this from the bottom of my heart.
You do outline the significance of any poem so brilliantly as a first poem -
And as I see it incompletely, you left a lot of the day to day of any life out,
otherwise, what's the significant purpose of being a writer of poetry anyway.

I like it.
You left out, I read.
We all need to read, but not the internet.
Ha ha,
Peace!

This was supposed to be, in my "notes" damn this new phone!@