Calendars Lie
Calendars lie
I know they do
Never could I be
As old as they say
All the years past
They must be lies
I don’t remember them
They can’t be true
Pages must be turning
In the middle of the night
Years slipped in
When I turn out the light
Adding up slowly
To a big lie
That must be it
It is all a plot
I can’t be this old
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2019
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