An Unresolved New Year Poem by David Keig

At the hour of twelve on New Years Eve
When the old year turns into the new
Thoughts turn to what the future holds
And what goals we should pursue.

At the hour of nine on New Years Day
Or some time thereabouts
We wake with great reluctance and
Those resolutions start to doubt.

At the hour of ten on New Years Day
When we start to feel our age
By then we've written lists of things
That will benefit through change.

At the hour of twelve on New Years Day
When things start getting clear
We find we've hid that list away
To return to in one year.