Wishing all my friends and readers a joyous New Year! I wrote this poem two years ago, in the nick of time to read it at the Albany Poets’ POETS SPEAK LOUD open mic at McGeary’s Irish Pub. Nothing like a deadline and the prospect of a friendly, enthusiastic audience to get the creative juices flowing. The same open mic inspired the poem about the Christmas Goat and the Taint that I featured in my previous post.
My reflections and resolutions haven’t changed much since then, so I’ve decided not to change a word. But amazingly enough, I can actually see some progress, so I’m celebrating the positive changes in footnotes.
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE NEW YEAR’S
Twas the night before New Year’s and all through my mind
Skittered thoughts of tasks undone and goals left behind.
Those fifteen new pounds I acquired this year*
Mean a new resolution to diet, I fear.
Those favorite noshes I thought wouldn’t matter
Have gone to my hips and I’m looking much fatter.
But giving them up? No, that’s out of the question,
So don’t give me all those nutritious suggestions.
No fasting, no juicing, no broccoli or tofu,
No counting of calories – to that I say screw you!
So bring on the pizza, the cheddar and brie,
The yummy dark chocolates to build more of me!
And bring on the box wines, the reds and the whites,
To lessen the chill of these cold winter nights.
Still, I can lose weight if I work out a lot,
Hit the Y every morning, get rid of my pot.**
But it’s so much more pleasant to languish in bed
With my cat on my lap and my tummy well fed.
And my house is still messy, it only gets worse,
And probably will till they come with the hearse.
With cobwebs and closets with clothes overflowing,
And huge piles of books that I can’t resist stowing.
And everywhere paper is stacked up in hills,
Unread magazines, catalogs, unopened bills.
I solemnly vow that I’ll throw stuff away,
But what if I need it some bleak rainy day?***
I could banish the clutter if I hired a maid,
But sadly I guess she’d expect to get paid.
Still, I could afford it if I sold more books,
But marketing’s harder by far than it looks.
And I still haven’t finished my brilliant new story,
The first of a trilogy destined for glory.****
So many distractions, they tempt me away
From the tasks I’m determined to tackle each day,
From the far better person I know I could be
If I didn’t procrastinate, weren’t so damn lazy.
So this New Year’s, once more I resolve to do better,
Rise early each morning and be a go-getter.
Lose more weight, sell more books, become famous and rich,
So by this time next year there’ll be no need to bitch.*****
*Fortunately I didn’t gain any weight this year, but I’m still carrying those 15 extra pounds I wrote about two years ago.
**I’ve actually got an hour’s appointment with a trainer at the Y this Monday morning to work out a routine on their jazzy new machines, but that’s because the session is free. I’m not making any promises.
***I’m making some progress in clutter busting but taking it slow and steady. My major Christmas present was a beautiful new rug for the area beside the bed, and it’ll be a wonderful place to do yoga and exercise once I get the space decluttered enough to roll out the rug.
****I finally finished and published HOPE DAWNS ETERNAL, and I’m reissuing my previous two novels, but marketing is still a major stumbling block.
*****Two years later, and I’m still bitching. I’m my own harshest critic, but I’m becoming kinder and gentler on myself.
How about you? Do you make New Year’s resolutions, or do you feel you’re better off without them? I’d love to hear from you. Wishing you and yours a new year full of health, happiness and creativity.