Month

My friend tried to challenge me by giving me a random subject to write a poem about

I have many days

Filled with holidays

Im hot and cold

Years I mold

I hold memories

And many tragedies

I have many births

Help upon this earth

I have stones for everytime I come around

Twenty-six to thirty-one is where im bound

I am celebrated

Any also hated

I go on never-ending

So im never bending

Reviews

[Suavis_Umbra]

amazing poem , i'm still trying to guess what month you're talking about. amazing nonetheless XD XD

[Young_writer98]

any month. some are hot and some are cold