This was written five years ago, and strangely enough, it is the same today - well, older, heavier, infrastructure crumbling, but other than that, pretty much the same.

Let's Not and Say We Did

I've made so many resolutions

That have gone without solutions

The idea of yet another

Begins to pall

What is there to be resolved

Another promise left unsolved

Running down this tiresome path

I've hit a wall

There is nothing else I need

I won't be planting any seed

Those days have given up

Their beck and call

Get out and join - try something new

There's still plenty you can do

But the effort and desire

Isn't there to do it all

Exercise or you'll get fat

I can't disagree with that

My girth ballooned to large

It once was small

But that was fine when I was younger

And past heartbeats were much stronger

So today, feet up relaxing

Says it all

Crack a book to sit and read

Pour another stein of mead

And as for resolutions . . .

Let's just ignore their call