# The Calendar

Лариса Григорьевна Матрос

Published in anthology

"Best Poems of 1998, the National Library of Poetry"


The Calendar

I CLEAN the Home FOR NEW YEAR"S Holydays

And threw last year calendar,


What does it mean for me, this old small cardboard,

This useless, superfluous trash?


But why the heap of garbage burning fingers,

Making the trip to the dustbin very long?

At that time falls out this small solid paper

And says: I am of your life whole yeas, please, stop!


Please look around critically, thoughtful,

Before you hang up the New Year calendar,

Yeas, your life of this year is going out

The year is gone, but how much was started?


All in our life is interrelated strongly,

Be very careful from zero started all

We are very love with dates a life is measuring,

But dates are separates, the life is integral.


There everything relating so strongly

No everywhere are working symbol mine

Because red or black are strictly exact

But weekdays, holydays mix up sometime.

This why you shoul be thoughtful, attentive

To value a losses of the passing time

The calendar is your judge, it isn"t driver

Remember: it is a judge of each year calendar!...