Calendar Pages Poem by Bryan Taplits

The pages of my calendar upon my kitchen door
Reminders of my past years past
Before I aged some more.
I read passed months appointments
That prior I did have,
They spark in my memory
Those fires of the past.
They blaze all the lineaments
Of things once dear to me,
Recalling all my sufferings-
And all my times of glee.
Just think of all the years and dates
Once holding me in thrall,
Portending Heaven's golden bliss-
And an angelic "not at all."
Even dates once hateful
Are no longer uncouth to me,
They're cushioned all in my mind‘s eye-
Ensconced in memory.