A New Planner: A New Year Poem

What a trouble it is,
a new year
for the first few days.
My hands so accustomed
to the old date –
writes it unconsciously all over.
A few months
and it is a habit
until another year comes by.

What does a change of calendar do
but make me feel older,
a little nervous of the passing time
that I seem to capture
in my daily planner.

I must now go buy a
new one, least I forget
the meetings scheduled
for this year.

A new year means many things,
a new planner and it’s cost
is the first it brings.

___

I’ve been wondering for a few days what post should I make for 2021. How should I wish you a Happy New Year for the year it has been. I am out of words. All I want to do is bask under the morning sun as the cold seeps away from my cold feet and hope that everything will be better soon. I hope you take some time to bask in the sun yourself as you feel the sun rays over your skin and realize that it’s magic. Other times I have been trying to buy a new planner, the correct size I am yet to find. And thus, a planner poem instead. Hope you enjoyed.

Happy New Year.

2 thoughts on “A New Planner: A New Year Poem

  1. Did you get a diary? I got one. Plan to write something everyday. Donsn’t have to be about the day, but something.

    P.S. Watch ‘Freedom Writers’ if you haven’t.

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