We measure out our time in days,
We measure things so many ways.
We measure distance out in miles,
We measure happiness with smiles.
Some think the dollar and the dime
Should be the measure of their time.
The passage of each single hour,
Is marked by exercise of power.
I think our time is short enough,
Without recourse to such sad stuff.
I’ll measure my remaining years,
With laughter, books, light rain and beers.