Day 190: Counting the Rings

I wonder if there is a way to measure our years

Like the rings of a tree

Mothers measure our height on the door frame, until

The physical growth has stopped

So early in life do we find our body

While it takes the rest to find the mind

How do we track the years?

How do we measure experience?

Through achievements

One may measure worth and status

Through relationships

We may find empathy and rings of emotion

As the tree grows, eventually we find

That no year was exactly the same

Through life, there will be droughts and days of shine

All there to serve a purpose

Yet, one may only find randomness

Ceaseless waves battering against the clouds

Our mind measures itself, endlessly

Until we find a measuring tool that fits