Tears Counted

Tears counted each one,

Drop by drop in the sun,
A happy tear then a sad tear,
Until finally the crying is done,

What is the purpose,
To count each tear?
I really don't know,
As I grow in a year.

I guess a tear is a memory,
From the past,
Good times and bad times,
Memories seem to have a habit to last.

Albert Alexander Bukoski.(c)