The Calendar Poem by Blessing Anastasia Abaka

The Calendar



Days are for Cinderellas,
Weeks for lovers,
Months are for brides,
Years are for Achievers,
Decade are for happy ever afters,
Century are for History,
Thus, life still goes on.

Riding with time along my daily routine.
Ticking in seconds and minutes,
Clocking in hours,
Making a list,
Getting labelled,
All stored in the calendar.

The calendar is life
Its takes 365 days to run a full revolution
how do you tick your calendar
How does it labelled you?

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Dedicated to those who never cares about time.
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