It's a lazy hazy day.
I'm recovering from my Christmas wayward way.
Life moves on and we finish 2018's stay.
A new year creaps around.
My problem that overshadows and confound.
Always every year renown.
A pest whenever someone asks me to expound.
The right date when I sign and I make the mistake.
2019 my noodle can't memorise and take.
But eventually all comes naturally and off we go, for another year.
Things get dated right and I never fear.
I hope all don't suffer from my demise.
I wish everyone a very Happy New Year that will surprise.
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
What a lovely poem for 2019, Peter. I too tend to suffer the same affliction as you. I think maybe in my case it is an unconscious case of trying not to accept the passage of time.... but like the tide, time waits for no man!
HNY when it comes!
Christopher 3 months ago
I contract this disease for at least the first two weeks of the new year.
Happy New Year, Peter.
Peter Henderson 3 months ago
many thanks and happy new year