We’re now a month into the year
And was it month of cheer or fear?
A month of good and happy times
Or one where bells of dread did chime
Did you make time for reflection?
Choices made with sharp perceptions
Find a place to meditate
Maintain a peaceful calming state?
Or was it month of frantic dashing
Rage-inducing, tempers clashing?
Were resolutions tossed out the window
At end of day, sigh “where’d the gin go?”
Flop down on couch and give right in
(Bathed in relief, you found the gin!)
I kid, I kid, it’s not so bad
There’s days you’re upbeat or you’re sad
That mixture is what keeps us frosty
We like a medley, at least mostly
With all these notes, what tunes you’ll make
We can’t deny ourselves some cake
‘Cause change is hard, so take it slow
There’s eleven more months yet to go!