So, one more number to remember
now that we’ve escaped December.
Drop an eight and add a nine.
So far, I am doing fine.
But I can’t anticipate
what will come to be my fate.
Will I be skinnier or bolder?
What new duties will I shoulder?
What new enigma to be pursued?
Will I be shunned? Will I be wooed?
What new Kardashian of late
will they want me to emulate?
I cannot predict anything.
No telling what the year will bring.
All its mystery is free
and that is simply fine with me.
No resolutions will I make.
Whatever comes, I’ll simply take.
Cross my fingers, cross my toes
and hope its pleasures outweigh its woes.
This year will spin out as it will
Until we all have had our fill,
and just when we feel we’ve had plenty,
it will change to 2020!