Resolution

Here once again,

As January arrives,

And fireworks haze up

The cold velvet skies.

365 more chances

To accomplish and do,

The things that we’ve dreamed;

And fix those which we rue.

Always, at this time,

I begin with regretting

Everything undone.

The list is upsetting.

What would satisfy

Or calm all these nerves?

Being good at all things?

That, I hardly deserve.

So this year 

I think I’ll start small,

With things that bring me

Joy, most of all;

With baking and making,

Dancing and playing,

Reading and thinking,

Writing and drinking.

And when I fall back into my apathetic ways,

Maybe I’ll remember these days,

Flush with the desire to accomplish and do,

And finally, then, I’ll follow through.

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