Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CALENDARS, by VIRA K. HUMPHREYS



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First Line: She hangs a calendar upon the wall
Last Line: As desert day becomes a joy apart?
Subject(s): Calendars; Day


She hangs a calendar upon the wall;
Each year it marks a year, and that is all.
For her the days and nights pass evenly;
Yet years are hours -- or eternity.

Days, months, or years, they are as naught;
Of sterner stuff life's calendar is wrought;
Searching the annals of our lives we find
How quickly time and space are spanned by mind.

When pain torments and anguish takes its toll,
Or warring storm clouds burst upon the soul;
When fate has dimmed the light of friendship's ray,
Who does not pass a year in one short day?

Who that has lived, knows not of hours that pass
More quickly than the sand from hour glass,
When poignant loneliness lifts from the heart
As desert day becomes a joy apart?





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