My Calendar

The squares are blank; I jot down all
The birthdays to remember,
From one this week right up until
The last week in December.

I hang it on the wall right where
The old one used to be,
A colorful reminder of
The dates of note to me.

I add appointments, travel plans
And volunteering days,
So rarely do I miss a trick;
Such perseverance pays.

The new year dawns with promise
And with many voids to fill.
My calendar’s a testament
That on most days, I will.