Calendar

January on the kitchen wall
Last year still showing through
Circles round the birthdays
We never quite get used to
days fall off like leaves
No sound when they hit the floor
We don’t count them as they go
We’ve all been here before

February’s cold and windy
March is mud and rain
April writes its name in pencil
May rubs it out again
Summer comes like it does
Teasing that it’s here for good
but Time keeps doing what it always does
just like we knew it wood

We don’t measure life in moments
We don’t mark it when it clears
We just turn another page
As if to say we’re still here

July hums out in daylight
August lingers late
September starts packing boxes
October shuts the gate
November counts the empty chairs
December pulls them near
Every month leaves something behind
And takes another year

We don’t measure life in moments
We don’t mark it when it clears
We just turn another page
As if to say we’re still here

Some days get circled, some crossed out
Some just drift on by
We don’t always know what matters
Till it’s waving us goodbye
But the numbers keep on moving
No mercy, no lies
Just another square gone quiet
right before our eyes

We don’t measure life in moments
We don’t count the years that disappear
We just turn another page
as if to say we’re still here