Resolution Dissolution, Revisited 2018
Goodbye, 2018. You were not nice. But, thanks for all of the positives. There were many.
However, the abundance of unbelievable and inane activity really pissed me off.
Eagerly awaiting midnight, 12-31-2018.
Y'all know I hate and do not read the glut of Best Of, Worst Of, Top Ten, and other such opinion lists that appear at any year's end. I don't try to make my own either, though I do have favorites in certain categories.
And what I think of New Year's resolutions is the same story.
The following is last year's poem on resolutions. Revisited.
Resolution Dissolution, Revisited 2018
Nobody resolves to become better in July.
We wait for a new year, but why?
It's like turning to a new page,
And, besides, it's all the rage.
We look forward to better days
And join the December 31 craze.
I have vowed to make changes in May,
And usually every Saturday,
Also in June, August, and October,
But, only when completely sober.
So, on this New Year's Eve I made no resolution.
Instead, I found a new solution.
For next year I'll not vow to change,
None of my life will I rearrange,
I'll note well what I've seen,
And make no promises to break on 12-31-18.
Yet, I have a wish for you, my dear,
Be happy every day of every year.
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