At the end of every year,
Dad would buy four calendars.
Two calendars for the living room,
One calendar for the dining room.
The bedrooms were calendar free.
He picked each one carefully,
Each one was placed strategically.
My Dad was the original Calendar man,
As I would like to call him at the end of a month.
The collection of calendars was special,
The large dates calendar was in the dining room,
It had each day marked for things to do.
From shopping and paying bills,
The events and places with stuff to do.
The two calendars in the living room,
We quite special and rare too.
There was a religious one with the Saints,
An ordinary scenery one, with small dates.
Each day always had a special place,
For my father, our family in our homely space.
The Calendar man was always busy,
Getting things done from morning till night.
He did his work outside the home,
He always had a purpose for every roam.
The evenings and the nights were busy too,
He wrote his poetry, stories and essays,
On religions, love, politics and history too.
I follow the tradition of the Calendar man,
Always filling a day as much as I can.
The Calendar man was based on a comic I read,
As a child, that inspired me with the phrase.
Every day, as I go about my work and live my day,
I know that I am also the son of the Calendar man,
While I live, love and write as much as I can.
Poet’s Note: This poem was inspired by the comic, “The Thirty Days of the Calendar Man”. The original Calendar Man was a villain in the DC Comics and a foe of the Batman.
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