Resolutions

As the year turns,
An arbitrary date.
We make vows,
Give hostages to fate.
I will do this.
Or I will not do that.
I will exercise.
I will not grow fat.
We bargain,
To better our own lot.
If I keep this
I give happiness a shot.
As the year turns,
And daily we grow older
We make promises
In fear of growing colder

©️ jane jago 2017