When the days jumped around,
In my confused head,
I looked outside me,
For a calendar instead.
The calendar with it's,
Days and months,
Counted them for me,
To clearly see.
Which day and month,
Matched each other.
It kept my schedules straight.
About which month and which date.
Calendar you are a yearly miracle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem about the anguish of mind...great