My Calendar

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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