On the wall
a calendar
with an informative layout.
Wrapped
with paper
a wrapped
gift.

From what store,
from what
cold unfriendly factory
did you come?
From a city?
From the country?
Or from
the paper
did your design
climb up price?

On a rotting
wallpapered wall
you are
a non-living
spice,
recorder
of its holidays.
On a wall
you are a scene
with many large, square
days-

days on the wall.
By the
telephone
You are
silent, helpful
dates.
To a family
you are the days
of an everlasting month.

And to me,
my life,
help
beside
a lazy
household,
that's you!
Calendar,
loving, working
and colors;
You are a forever
helpness
beside noisy families,
with days coming.

The wall stays put, unmoving

The ceiling, overhead, is a
wallpapered ugly.