We all expect we have oodles of time
Keep up the exercising, remain in your prime
New Years resolutions are only a token
No sooner made than they are broken
The wine breath from toasting 2017
Is now past being flattering, more like obscene
Remember putting on the ritz for that night on the town?
Being reminded next morning with a discerning frown
Of the countdown, the singing and swinging
The kissing of strangers the gathering and milling
The crossroads is not as bad as as it’s painted
That phone number in your top pocket, life is far from tainted.
There is life in the old dog yet
The old ticker, will go on for as long as its let.
(c)Chris Black 2017.