"That Time of Year"

Happy New Year
Is the 'official' line
Believe you and me
It won't be mine
Resolutions coming out of your ear
Genuine hope drowned by beer
Ambitious fals hopes at the start
Two weeks in all fallen apart.
Close the gate
And bolt the door
Nowaday's that's all
New Year is for.
I hate the mock joy
Petence of hope
One minute past midnight
Equals twelve more months
Of struggling to cope.
Tiny targets that I set
Seem to get fucked up
And never met.
Having ambition is not a crime
But I've got to treat it
Like my alcoholism
One day at a time.
All I want is more
Good times than bad
Surely a realistic
Resolution to be had?
Whether that happens
Remains to be seen
So come back and ask me
On the eve of 2015.

Dulwich Poet 28th December 2013

(I try not to set myself New Years resolutions, as they tend to fall by the wayside)