Let me live my life, old calendar,
I know, I have but one year.
Let me be of help each day,
Let me hide worn out plaster,
Let me give colour to drab wall,
It is how well I live -
Not how long- that matters.
I can’t mock at you,my friend,
I can see my future very clear,
Just as I have taken your place,
I shall be replaced by another calendar.
I feel for you, but I must say,
Everything falls into disuse,
Do it with rancour or with grace,
This is the truth you must face.