Filling the Squares

Got my brand-new calendar; It’s filled with empty squares. With entries made, there’s not a chance I’ll be caught unawares. I mark down all important dates So I can send a card. When penciled in, in black and white, It’s really not that hard. Appointments, too, are written So there’s no way I’ll forget; And in my bag’s a mini date book, Like a safety net. My iPhone has a calendar But so far I don’t use it. When I have info on the wall, There’s no way I can lose it. So once a year, I make the switch And transfer all my cues. My brain needs these reminders Or it’s apt to blow a fuse. And as each little square fills up, Just waiting to arrive, Anticipation percolates; The future comes alive.