Friday, December 14, 2012

The Calendar

There is a new page every morn,
In the calendar fixed on the wall.
The time spent on a day before,
Will that ever meet you again?
What regret you have for lost.
There is a chance to fill the page.
To have care is a rare thing,
But it is need of a gentle man.
If he wants to live not in vain,
He should try to gain and gain.