Robert William Service

(16 January 1874 - 11 September 1958 / Preston)

My Calendar - Poem by Robert William Service

From off my calendar today
A leaf I tear;
So swiftly passes smiling May
Without a care.
And now the gentleness of June
Will fleetly fly
And I will greet the glamour moon
Of lush July.

Beloved months so soon to pass,
Alas, I see
The slim sand silvering the glass
Of Time for me;
As bodingly midwinter woe
I wait with rue,
Oh how I grudge the days to go!
They are so few.

A Calendar's a gayful thing
To grace a room;
And though with joy of life I sing,
With secret gloom
I add this merry month of May
To eighty past,
Thinking each page I tear away
May be my last.

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  • Rookie Phillip Martinez (2/7/2005 8:57:00 AM)

    i know a girl named April and her birthday is in April (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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