My New Calender
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