Tick, tock, tick, the second hand sweeps it's way to midnight. What shall I resolve on this eve of a New Year? Run, skip, jump, Exercise the year round, High protein, low carb, Stick to the diet as found. Work, execute, perform, overtime I stay, Stand Firm. No more, I cry. Friend, confidante, lover I will find. Be alone no more, until my dying day. Write, compose, record, my thoughts, my words. Never give up for an instant. The work is it's own reward. But as the hand strikes twelve, Which should I vow? Which should I choose? Which shall I resolve to you?
(previously published by Marilyn De Paula on LiteraryMagic.com)
Everything & Nothing 