The Count

Count the money
You have earned
Count the lessons
You have learned

Count the years
Since you were born
Count the times
You’ve been forlorn

Count the cookies
In the jar
Count the times
You’ve driven far

Count the times
You were unsure
Count the times
You’ve helped the poor

Count the weeks
We’ve had no rain
Count the times
You’ve been in pain

Count the days
Till you’re released
Count your family
That’s deceased

If you’ve ever
You’ve fought with fiends
Count the times
You’ve made amends

By, Randee Saber 3/12/09

The Last Banana

I’m a Chiquita Banana
The last one of the bunch
Hoping I’ll be eaten
Perhaps when you have lunch

When I was very green
You put me on a plate
To ripen with the others
Of the bunch you already ate

I went from green to yellow
That is, at the very same time
The others right beside me
Were eaten in their prime

Because I now have age spots
My final days are few
So put me in your cereal
I'll add flavor as you chew

I hope that you are thinking
Of something you can make
Mix me with some other fruit
Or make a banana cake

The longer that I sit here
My skin will get too brown
My insides will get mushy
I soon won’t be around

You shouldn't buy bananas
While I’m still sitting here
Worried I’ll be discarded
So now I live in fear

By, Randee Saber 5/1/06