Calendar Dates

A brand new bright year,
a brand new bright day.
Twelve months are ahead,
with work, rest and play.

One more birthday comes,
then up goes your age.
The clock keeps ticking,
some way off, backstage.

There’ll be no stopping,
these calendar dates.
A wrong direction,
each number dictates.

Twenty-twelve’s arrived,
it is now here for sure.
But like it or not,
there’ll be plenty more.

Lined up. Set ready,
with decades anew.
Each will be making,
its own big debut.

No holding them back,
their fast race is on.
Then suddenly, Wow,
the whole year has gone.


© Ernestine Northover

RAJ NANDY
The calendar and the clock are both symbolic of the time that passes by ! So let us live each day as if it is our last - as it comes our way ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj

Sandra Martyres
happy new year Ernestine....you are right the years just fly by...

stevenstirk
Lovely flow and rythmn Ernestine in this fun piece. Happy next Christmas to you.x

poeticpiers reborn again
As long as I am here I intend to enjoy life to the full Ernestine Each new day is a bonus

magnolia
Yes, you are right ! Gone in a flash, enjoyed this New Year poem...Maggie

nimal dunuhinga
Wonderful calendar with big letters and a happy New Year to you!

carol
happy new year i agree wow

yelena
have a wonderful New Year filled with light and new poetry, Ernestine!