As I face another December,
It seems like yesterday I vaguely remember
Those New Year's resolutions I sincerely made,
Which like morning mist have tended to fade,
Leaving me with the same indomitable ways
That have afflicted me for all of my days.
Once again I will endeavor to change,
Attempting to alter attitude and actions to rearrange
A life sorely needing to discover a better will and way
To give loving, productive meaning to every day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
these resolutions are meant to be broken, someone told me...Nice poem!