Calendar Out of Order

January was lovely

Crisp and cool and clear

December was so dreary

Shrouded in mist and fear


I can’t recall what happened

Across March, April, and May

If only I would not remember

Those cold November days


In Fall I give and give to them

Forgot to help myself

How much did I weigh a month ago?

Now I feel like someone else


Lost those who meant to hurt me (thank god)

I no longer play their game

If met, they would not know me,

All different except for name


January is lovely

Memories fade in time

A smile reflected on the glass

I am surprised-

It’s mine

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