a poem by William Willis, Scotland

Your days and months did shape our mind.
Our calendar of thoughts combined.
Good days ticked, some etched in black.
The blank days filled with question marks.

Luminous ink marked holidays.
Insurance dates and car tax paid.
Each months clings to alloyed metal.
Losing grip like Autumn's petal.

Each of us a little older.
Some more timid, some more bolder.
Our friend who donned the kitchen wall.
You made sure we were on the ball.

As we flick through the months gone by.
The sound of New Year bells are nigh.
Another year has all but passed.
We smile at memories we've amassed.

Let's raise our glasses, one and all.
To times collected on our wall.
Our calendar of thoughts combined.
Let's hope next year is just as kind.

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