Resolute

Time for something on the lighter side. The picture above is a little diabetic humor. Sometimes we diabetics (I'm a Type 1) have to laugh at scary things like life. It boosts our morale. And in keeping with that train of thought, here is a brand new poem, hot off the presses. (I hope it makes sense.)

Resolute

It’s January season
I survived the holidays
But now I have a reason
To feel some strong dismays.

It’s time for resolutions
I can’t even remember last year’s vows
I’m pondering solutions
That won’t lift local brows.

"It’s tradition!" is the war-cry
"Get yourself in gear!"
I feel like I’m on stand-by
About to get booted in the rear.

"I resolve to never worry!"
Oops, I already blew that goal
Making resolutions in a hurry
Took care of that loophole.

"I promise to lose weight!"
"To only eat healthy food.
"I won’t tempt an ugly fate
"I’ll strive to be so good!"

Does it count if I ate naughty treats
To celebrate New Year’s Day?
Or late-night snacks or sugary cheats
I met along the way?

What if I promise to never swear
Even if I’m in great pain—
Oh, yeah, I already kicked a chair,
It caused me to profane.

There’s always good old exercise
Working out to tone some flab,
Or getting enough rest to make me wise
And perhaps not such a crab.

Both of those take effort
Both take strength of will
Maybe I’m not such a sport
I think you know the drill.

Inspiration arrives at last
I resolve to dutifully prepare
Next year’s goal forecast
When I’m sure I just might care.

Cheri J. Crane
January 2008