Poem about a calendar

Paper, ruler.

A pattern drawn on paper.

There are numbers in the pattern.

It can be annual.

It can be menstrual.

It can be school.

It can be military.

It can be fruity.

My son has a fruity one.

When he eats a fruit,

he crossed out that day,

because otherwise he won't eat fruit.

Perfect idea.

Do we have to live according to the calendar?

Do we need to know what day it is,

what time it is,

what month it is,

and what year it is?

I believe it was much more beautiful without a watch,

and calendar.

Without any restrictions.

You hear the gong,

you know it's lunch time.

You hear the trumpet,

you know you should wake up.

You hear a drum in the middle of the street,

you know someone is carrying important information.

Who is for musical instruments? 😊

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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