New Year’s Resolutions
I planned to read a book or two,
Go to the gym and clean my room,
Work on my art and play kazoo,
Smell the flower’s sweet perfume,
I had resolved then to reflect,
On my life and e’vry act,
And find some newfound self-respect,
— As a matter of fact,
I mapped out to travel more,
Trek down every trail and track,
And open all mine loc’ked doors,
Never fooling to look back.
Yet now I paused to take a peek,
At the old days I’d left behind,
Thinking I had reached new peaks,
And what then should I find?
But days that look a lot like these,
The same old books, and wrinkly knees,
The same old junk and lousy keys,
And planter pots filled w’th crusty lees,
I gazed back on my ample rear,
Remembering all my newfound fears,
And resolved with feigned but faithful cheer:
That 2020 would be my year.