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Published in anthology
"Best Poems of 1998, the National Library of Poetry"
The Calendar
I CLEAN the Home FOR NEW YEAR"S Holydays
And threw last year calendar,
What does it mean for me, this old small cardboard,
This useless, superfluous trash?
But why the heap of garbage burning fingers,
Making the trip to the dustbin very long?
At that time falls out this small solid paper
And says: I am of your life whole yeas, please, stop!
Please look around critically, thoughtful,
Before you hang up the New Year calendar,
Yeas, your life of this year is going out
The year is gone, but how much was started?
All in our life is interrelated strongly,
Be very careful from zero started all
We are very love with dates a life is measuring,
But dates are separates, the life is integral.
There everything relating so strongly
No everywhere are working symbol mine
Because red or black are strictly exact
But weekdays, holydays mix up sometime.
This why you shoul be thoughtful, attentive
To value a losses of the passing time
The calendar is your judge, it isn"t driver
Remember: it is a judge of each year calendar!...
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