A new decade.
And determined to make resolutions.
Hopefully to keep,
Before the decade ends.
Without nine years of Spring, ..
Interfering.
Doing the best we can,
Not to allow procrastinating...
Too noticeable.
Or thought to be,
Just as important a celebration...
As a new year to anticipate its coming.
Before getting back to business as usual.
But the intent,
And commitment?
Let no one say,
It was not meant to mean!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem