Twenty-oh-eight might be the year
I get myself fitted for focals
The better to watch you with, my dear,
Because listening's driving me loco.
I suppose it is time a man of my age,
Learned to stop spending and save.
I'll be the master of credit and wage,
And of myself, as servant and slave.
Maybe i'm ready, on this trip round the sun,
That I plan for my workdays and weekends;
Frivolity being just one form of fun,
And discipline a game of pretend.
January's always a good month to inquire,
And contemplate new resolutions.
The eleven to come can bring back the fire
And prevent our jumping to conclusions.
RESOLUTION, n. The certainty bridging folly and doubt.