Lately, I’ve got a little something on my mind

About how I keep on running just a little behind

It seems that there is something that I must confess

My attempts at my resolutions this year have been a mess

Out of twelve resolutions I have accomplished three

That’s not the usual, at least, not  the usual for me

The time between my birthday and New Year’s Eve

I take stock and inventory as I renew what I believe

Setting my sights on where I am and would like to be

As a part of how to strive toward my intended legacy

I suppose that not every journey is straight forward

And that is okay as long as it ever onward and toward

One step at a time, rhyme by rhyme,  we’ll get there

May not now, certainly not before, but, maybe this coming year