My resolutions seemed so true
When year was shiny, polished, new.
I’d made a list — I’m in a groove —
Never miss a local story.
My character to thus improve:
Yes, stunning change seemed possible
With countless paths deemed crossable.
But slogging, as the months ensue,
I found my dreams were tramped like dew.
The hopes of January’s cheer
Now steep in deep December’s drear.
One consolation will exist:
Such time has passed, I’ve lost my list!
Don Munday, email@example.com