My New Calender

Sat, 06/22/2019 - 00:38 -- sfarhan

No one told me

that there would be nights

where I would weep 

for no known reason.

Those days were not

marked in my calender.

No one told me

that there would be times

of pure happiness

found in unconventional days.

I guess there are some things

that you have to discover 

for yourself.

There are days

of distress

and bliss

that you will want to

covet for yourself.

So always leave a small unmarked space

in your new calender.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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