Calendar - Poem

Sweet fanny Adams is ephemeral

incessant is deception

Yes,

you can call your life "definition"

inhering quality of the transition

mirroring your "past, present, and future"

would you like to do any of my appreciation?

Ah, I see 

don't tell me, you haven't recognized me?

I am your calendar 

your day's calculator

I keep you arouse daily with your priorities

Remember Mr.?

Hey, don't make that dazing face!

I emphase,

and you can't fix me, 

as I swift myself on and on

so don't tell me ever to stay 

But you know what

I pronounce myself, "your patron"

sometimes my dates, not choice you but

sometimes, I become great

in your deemed estate

Now mark me with your highlighter

I will keep update you 

with your work brother

"your devotee calendar"

By

Akshay Gupta

Tags: English, Poem, Calendar