September Quandary Poem by Gregory Huyette

Thirty days does have September,

But there's one thing I don't remember.

What happened to those eight other months?

I know I must appear a dunce, but…

All this time couldn't pass me by I don't believe,

While I celebrated last year's New Year's Eve.

Then before I could make it to New Year's Day,

Exactly 243 days of this year have passed away.

Never again will this calendar inhibit my sight.

People and experiences will be focused delight.