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.