No plans or schemes.
This year will be unlike any other.
No illusions or dreams,
but maybe I'll run a bit,
or maybe I'll knit;
I might even change jobs
or flitter and flit
from one day to the next
not caring of direction,
just go where the wind blows.
But then on reflection,
I have a few goals,
a few lofty desires,
and if I'm real lucky
a few might transpire,
but with my luck they'll come crashing down
just like past resolutions.
So, maybe I'll just wait
and see how it all comes out;
no rhyme, no reason,
nothing to write home about.
And that is my first post,
the first of the year.
Sort of melancholy, I know,
but I thought I'd try to be a bit more sincere this year.
At least for today.