The 28th 29th

It was not ‘til the end of school that I learned

A terrible, unforgivable mistake made,

One that cannot be righted with ease

In all the time: hours, minutes, months, days

I have not once been wrong

Yet today as near another paper I came

Saw I that I erred,

This blunder is unforgivable

I lost a day…

To you this seems improbable bordering on impossible

Still it’s true

Then say you that days are small

Not significant at all and they flee quickly

Like the balloon towards the sun

But let me remind you what harm that

Balloon does cause when lost

Perhaps it encountered a bird and bid it good-day

The bird easily shocked, as almost all birds are,

Squawked and squeaked, while at that time

It does get caught on her beak

With a loud pop, the petrified bird soon

Falls and lands near the road, to be seen by all

Much ado for a day