Looking At The Calendar Poem by Allen Batinoluho

looking at the calendar! .
Happy and conteded,
home i returned this evening,
after a long day of being busy and hungry,
thinking that this is a right time to atleast relax,
and think about the future,
and atleast forget my tomorrow,
which as always is tough.

it's now i think that am relaxed,
i may look at the calender and plan for my future,
Oooops! my eyes fail to believe what they see,
My brain can't comprehend the message sent to it by my eyes,
The truth is it is the end of the year,
Looking at the calendar as ruined my evening.

What have i been doing in this year? ,
what is that i am proud of? ,
nothing, truly nothing,
no car, no house, a little bank balance,
no wife, no girlfriend, no kid,
infact it has been a mess.

Perhaps next year,
I wanna yield something,
something that may make me proud,
Something that wanna make me proud,
may be a kid, a wife or a house,
who knows? .

But how will the things I do aspire to come?
How will they come the questions mocks me in me mind,
I am unemployed, less creative and a less fortunate fellow,
Living in down a hill in upcountry in the third world country.
A fellow from a very poor background,
whom parents and relatives think that I will one day bring fortune in their lives,
Poor me in front of the calendar.