When I was really young I had no concept of time

Birthdays and Christmas were slow to come around

The days in between seemed endless

Growing up was something for the distant future

Schooldays seemed to be never ending

But weekends were fabulously long 

We had a calendar on the wall of the classroom

With big bold letters for each day of the week

School summer breaks were the annual highlight

Six weeks seemed like an eternity

Plenty of days for endless fun

Suddenly schooldays were over and working life started

I remember company diaries

A page for every day to write notes

The first diary took forever to complete

But in no time at all there were twenty old diaries in my drawer

Diaries were replaced by a Filofax folio

Pages to plan every aspect of my life

Appointments, contacts, todo lists and birthdays 

The time between my kid’s birthdays seemed to get shorter and shorter

Then came the age of smartphones

Recording times and dates for everything I did

I upgraded religiously every three years

But it seemed like I only had each smartphone a few months

They gave me a clock when I finished working

But I never use it, who needs to know the time in retirement

All the days are the same and its hard to remember the date now

Years seem to flash by in an instant 

I take my pills every morning 

Carefully arranged in a box with daily compartments

A big bold letter for each day of the week

I swear the pill box lettering is identical to that calendar on the classroom wall