I may resolve to change my ways this year,
exchange old habits for ones I’ve not tried.
But there’s no point in much of that, I fear,
for one’s true nature cannot be denied.
Perhaps I’ll vow to focus more on things
that increment the positive aspects,
but who knows what the future’s bound to bring?
The lessons never come like you expect.
The truth is, all the seeds for next year’s fruit
would not be useful now unless the ground
for planting them had been already tilled.
My only hope is that the land will suit,
and that the right conditions will abound.
Should that occur, my barn’s already filled.
31 JAN 2004
