It always gets everyone amused
That I should
always be confused
When a brand new
and shiny year
Is thrust upon us
my dear
It’s as though this
new born baby year
Instead of
laughing is I fear
Is wetting and
puking on me
As far as that I
can see
As years progress
my mind does wander
I rue all the
days I’ve squandered
Plans are few, I’m
never elated
Just discombobulated.
Totally delightful take on the prompt and wonderful welcome for the New Year! I feel much like you do Old Egg, like I'm just trying to fumble my way thru life and hope it all works out for the best. This year... more writing is the one definite, everything else is open to possibilities! Wishing you great surprises in store, we are never too old to be amazed! Thank you for your onoing support of Two Shoes Tuesday my friend!
ReplyDeleteNice poem, I really like it! Great how you mixed all those words together. : )
ReplyDeleteLovely poem...New year would be wonderful...Life is but a mix of ups and downs
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