The Days Liked A Calendar Ofleaves Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Days Like A Calendar Of Leaves

The days like a calendar of leaves are falling one by one,
From my dysfunctional body,

Each day i am awakenedafter a troubled sleep, withthe same question,

What's the date today and we consults the calendar on the wall,

My wife at my beside, or my friends at the cofee shops, kept me posted,

Realities comes back from the daze with the grim answers,

Its the last 360th day of 2018,
Today is a Monday, the New Year yesterday was a Sunday,

My body was shedding these skinfollicules, my balding head, these white strands,

The leaves of my calendar body is falling one by one into the unfamiliar grounds.