I know they don't count - they never do.
I've often seen them vanish
In a day or at most two.
They force me into resolutions
All for me to forget by March
Which I always do.
Yet they persist,
Insist ! That I succumb
To Retrospection,
To Desperation,
To Motivation,
To a mad flurry of emotion.
For I must suffer
It is my wont to do.
Last year I'd figured them out -
And Resolved not to give in
This year too.
And yet they're here
With their customary hullaballoo -
My stupid (!),
New Year Sentiments.
