A fresh calendar upon the wall
Blank space on which to fill our days
Record the special dates of loved ones
to seek an order through the maze
Anniversaries, weddings and birthdays
Nights out to dinner -- celebrate it all
The special times within our lives
recorded here -- winter through fall
Doctor's appointments appear more often,
as each calendar arrives anew.
Here we list our labors and leisure, and
marvel how soon, the bills come due
Yet the new calendar is welcomed
so fresh and hopeful are its pages
The good soul anticipates the best,
its love of life, forever rages
Edwin
I've always loved new calendars, but also new packets of stationery and new notebooks. They give one a sense of moving forward and anticipating new things. Enjoyed your poem. Cheers! Liz
Yes, it's that time again, to start fresh, a new year a new beginning. Beautifully written.
Mary