Goodbye December
We have waited (or we suffered),
depending on what you believe.
For this festive celebration,
everyone knows as New Year’s Eve.
We proclaim our good intentions,
of starting all over again.
As soon as the clock strikes midnight,
then those promises can begin.
But it is the nature of man,
that we will quickly lose interest.
To Google, Facebook and Twitter,
or Instagram and Pinterest.
By the time groundhog’s day is through,
our want to exercise is nil.
We’ll leave our empty promises,
hanging on the unused treadmill.
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2024
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