The Last Day of February

What is now the first day of March was formerly (as in yesterday) the last day of February, March's direct predecessor. Anyway, I am posting this now as I feel it is important that we reflect on past moments in time. (And because I created this blog entry a day late.) So I have dedicated this poem to the final day of the month now past.


The Last Day of February
By Andrew Vlasblom

'Tis the last day of February.
Why am I writing this now?
I should probably be reading
From an acquired textbook. Wow.

I feel like writing a song
But the words just aren't there.
Why should I write what I can't discern
To be a testimony fair?

I think I shouldn't; But I will.
Perhaps this does reflect
On my contradictory actions
And my tendency to forget.

It's a psychological disorder
And yet it keeps me steady.
If I was to never contradict myself
I think that I'd never be ready...

...to face insurmountable odds,
Like falling down a hill;
And quite contrary to the fairy tale,
I haven't a sister named Jill.

How that's relevant, I haven't a clue.
(I rarely do) (But that's irrelevant too...)

So what's the purpose of this schpiel,
This amount of text that seemingly
Has no purpose but to pass the time
And waste it simultaneously?

I guess it's debatable that it revolves
Around writing a song, but the words just aren't there.
Yet I've written this so far
And somehow it comes together. Fair?

Or perhaps it's a controversial topic
That deals with contradiction.
I feel that I shouldn't be writing a song
Yet it seems to have come to fruition.

Or perhaps it deals with amnesia;
I made mention that I forget...
Yet I remembered that I wrote that.
So in that regard, I'd say I'm set!

Or perhaps it deals with my sister,
Or lack thereof, in jive?
I think not, for in this respect,
Regarding sisters, I have five.

And lastly, perhaps it deals with
How clueless at times I might be.
And yet I seem to know this -
...So perhaps it's in my perception?

So I broke the pattern.
....
So what? Just goes to show I'm unorthodox!
Got a problem? Didn't think so!

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