gathering days
as i pass by the kitchen
my eyes take me to the numbers
on the calendar hanging upon the wall
where all can see clearly each day
a number each month a name
expressed in silence
yes with my pretty picture
here i am make the best of me
i never speed i never slow
never telling where to go
each year another slowly arrives
to hang upon your wall survive
when young one day barely moves
so eager to push time aside
as days gather unexpectedly
days now pass of their own accord
soon months pass like weeks then
didn’t i replace this calendar a month ago
what's that a new decade
what happened to the last one
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peter radley
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