I had been blogging for three months when I first answered this prompt and this is what I had to say: LAME. In my blogging infancy, I guess I was already pretty judgmental about the quality of the prompts.  I’ve become a bit more accepting of whatever comes along now, but I’m still surprised with the frequency with which they sometimes repeat prompts.  With that in mind, I’m going to try to write a different post to this one.  Let’s see how it goes.  Here was/is the prompt:Thanks, Hindsight––How is the year shaping up for you so far? Have your predictions come true, or did you have to face a curve ball or two? https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/190-days-later/

New Year Revolution

Forty-five days and counting since the start of this new year,
everything’s still shiny and running in full gear.
There hasn’t been time for regrets for how fast it is going;
and if its bloom is wilting, so far it isn’t showing.
New Year’s resolutions are still fresh in my mind:
to be more understanding and to be more kind.
Not to gossip about friends or enemies or such,
and if this is not possible, at least try for “not much.”

I haven’t eaten chocolate, at least not the whole box,
thanks to the fact that dear ones have put it behind locks.
I haven’t started writing the book I want to write,
for when friends hold out apples, I find I have to bite
and take off for the beach to swim or sit beneath umbrellas
showing stings from jellyfish to other gals and fellas.
Then time for lunch and later––time for hammock swinging
’til a friend with slide guitar comes by to commence singing.

Then before you know it, the sun’s begun to fall
and all my friends and future friends must come to watch it all
and sip on some tequila at Daniel’s sunset bar.
Every single sunset, they collect from near and far.
And once we get the sun down, we are off to Palapa Joe’s
to make use of our eardrums and exercise our toes.
You’d never guess that energy on dance floor and on stage
would even be possible in people of our age.

The wait staff stands just watching from outside the kitchen–
wondering at all these old folks warbling, shaking, twitchin’.
Yes, I had  resolutions of things I hoped I’d do
now that I have another year all shiny, clean and new;
but I have grown distracted by sun and surf and sea.
Too many bars and restaurants beckoning to me.
So though my whole life story  is one I’ve not yet “writ,”
it is because I am too busy simply living it.