New Year, New Me, Same Old Lies… (Poem)

His form adorns the mirror glass;
Unhappy.
Within himself;
At himself.

It’s November.
Too late to change.
“Leave it ‘til New Year,”
He says.
“No point in doing it now.”

He continues;
The same burden of dissatisfaction,
Continually weighing him down.
December comes.
Christmas.
New Years Eve.
All pass in a flash.

January 1st.
The mirror.
“Today is Tuesday,” he mutters.
“Odd day to start.
“I’ll do it next Monday!”

Next Monday arrives.
It’s a busy one.
Too busy to be fixing routines.
“Soon…”

January.
February.
March.
April.
May.
Life goes on;
What’s another day?

Plenty of time to change,
Just not now.
Now isn’t the time.

Maybe next January 1st, eh?

Maybe not!

9 thoughts on “New Year, New Me, Same Old Lies… (Poem)

  1. okay, Mr. I-only-dabble-in-poetry-it’s-not-really-my-thing!
    Your poetry, the ideas you come up with, the way you place words, the rhythm, the themes… you’re AMAZING at this.
    This poem is the thought process of literally every human ever.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I really appreciate your compliments 🙂 I definitely feel less comfortable writing poetry than anything else, but I think that’s because I’ve seen what others write and it’s usually filled with language I daren’t use.

      Liked by 1 person

Let's Discuss This Post...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s