Time to get
organized. Again.
Time to try and lose
weight. Again.
Time to be a better
person. Again.
Time to clean out the
basement. Again.
Time to make
resolutions. Again.
I know why the New Year’s ball
falls in Times Square:
It’s times like these,
Times when we try to
square our lives away,
That lead to bitter self-disappointment,
That lead to searing
self-flagellation,
That lead to wrenching
self-doubt.
This is the time of year
when we allow ourselves
One shining moment
One fleeting instance
Of hope for the future:
Hope that we won’t be
sitting here
At the same time next year
Kicking ourselves in
Our proverbial asses for
The Failures We Have
Become.
Square times in Times
Square.
It is almost the New Year –
Go forth and be
disappointed. Again.
