Every year after Christmas
the new year looms ahead,
After season’s greetings,
plans have to be made.
Those inches must go first,
they’ve been a pain on the waist,
From friends, a dire warning
letters to be written in haste.
Left aside some good books,
Roberts, Grisham and Smith
need to look them over, with
Rowling and Eddings betwixt.
No poetry and life would be dross
so add that for measure,
reading others or writing one’s own,
both give immense pleasure.
Children demand holidays away
droll humdrum they won’t abide
hotels rooms must be booked
and savings put aside.
Plans can be made, man can propose,
the Power above may disagree,
So a prayer goes out that things
will go, the way He wants it to be.
