The New Resolution
On New Year's Eve I was a wreck,
I didn't have a shot...
fearing I would get extremely sick
and spill out my gut.
I went out without a coat
gloves, scarf and hat,
thinking it was still Fall;
the harsh wind blew everywhere,
even walking was tough.
I reached home before nightfall,
and drank hot tea to relieve
the chills and the steady cough.
The new resolution is too unrealistic to keep,
I have to make changes to my diet: eat
more fruits and veggies, lose some fat
in my tummy and be as fit as an athlete;
I won't win a gold medal, but staying fit
it's worth my time and effort...wish me luck!
Written on 1/3/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017
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