January has issues with her mother,
February is always talking about things he wants to do
while March does them, April eats sweets
and May pays for them,
June is the oldest but not the wisest
and July always has an opinion on everything.
August never stops trying do the right thing,
even if he doesn't always know what that is.
September once saw something so sad,
she never stopped crying.
October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and
street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs)
and November makes fun of him for this.
December is tired but always hopeful.
He has never once stopped believing.
Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally
as dad can't remember what or who he was doing.
Tuesday's temperamental but ok
as long as you stay on her good side.
Wednesday doesn't say much and
Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence.
They're in love.
Friday's always wasted and she and
Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end.
But she closes her eyes, and she pretends
with all the strength in her tiny heart
that really, she's the dawn.
...they were just days of the week
& months of the year.
Everything changes with time
so make the best of it &
then enjoy the ride.
Lovely, witty words as always from,
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