Calendar Out of Order
January was lovely
Crisp and cool and clear
December was so dreary
Shrouded in mist and fear
I can’t recall what happened
Across March, April, and May
If only I would not remember
Those cold November days
In Fall I give and give to them
Forgot to help myself
How much did I weigh a month ago?
Now I feel like someone else
Lost those who meant to hurt me (thank god)
I no longer play their game
If met, they would not know me,
All different except for name
January is lovely
Memories fade in time
A smile reflected on the glass
I am surprised-
It’s mine
This poem is about:
Me
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