New Year, Old Year
And so the question comes around again,
About hopes and wishes and resolution,
Determinations for another new year,
Or to simply avoid it – that’d be a solution!
Whether to create new personal targets,
To set oneself up for yet another fall,
Or be more realistic of weaknesses,
And admit that you’ll fail at them all.
As if a New Year creates a new life,
Where things will be different and strange,
Rather than some random point in time,
Invented by humans to mark out a change.
It’s just a certain mark in the calendar,
A cold counting of months and of days,
And to track the moon’s movements,
The lunar waxings and wanings of ways.
Just cast your mind back to last year -
What were all the things you promised you’d do?
No - I can’t remember them either!
All forgotten – isn’t that true?
So what’s the point of doing it all over?
You won’t get any fitter or slimmer,
You probably won’t save any more money -
There isn’t a chance – not a glimmer!
Life will continue the way it always does
The only sure things are death and tax,
So just be a little more practical -
Be at peace with yourself - and relax!
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