New Month

Turn the page of the calendar;
A month has disappeared.
Hours and minutes come unglued;
They would have once adhered.

Where did all the days go?
How’d they fly so fast?
Seems to be that time stretched out
Much longer in the past.

It feels like just last weekend
The New Year’s clock struck twelve.
With a champagne toast I planned
The sites where I would delve.

So it’s quite amazing
That four weeks have slipped by.
Time’s like steam that floats away
And won’t solidify.

Still I’ll try to grasp it,
Convert it into ice;
‘Cause evaporating days
Will simply not suffice.

This new month’s even shorter,
So it is paramount
That every second I accomplish
Something that will count.