It’s started… Another day of regretting the night before and that last drink that just pushed us right over the edge. Another month of new year resolutions that may last till February; if we’re lucky. Another year of who know’s what to inspire us all to better ourselves and attempt to not make the same mistakes as last year… Yeah right.
Hey there Guys and Gals, you know I jest, after all I live in Wales where it rains the best part of a whole year but our daffodils still bloom on time. Where our National Emblem is a flaming Red Dragon standing proud for all to see. We’ve even got a rugby team that can still perform on a good day. Rrroll on the Six Nations Championship (that was me trying to write my accent and roll my R’s), and our football (soccer) team aren’t all that bad either.
SMILE; it’s the New Year and regardless of my relentless mental shenanigans, I’m gonna do what I can to get that little bit fitter, smile a little more often and enjoy more of the little things in life.
I’m also thinking of redecorating. That’s right Peeps, some of those old habits still die hard (and yes it is a Christmas film). As a previous web editor I was always told to ‘review the site every 12 months’ and by golly that’s what I’m gonna do; or try to do; hope to do…
To keep things going I thought I’d bring back some or me lesser read pieces from 2018. Just a few over the next few days and hopefully, if I’ve been clever enough, unveil my changes on my anniversary.
So without further ado I present for your entertainment a poem from January last year:
Storm
As I look out the window
At the darkening grey sky
I wonder what else is out there
As life is passing by
It’s nice an warm in here
But the rain, it makes me cold
As the pitter-patter makes puddles
On pathway of cobbles bold
The trees stand tall and proud
But their colour, a greyish green
Looks more wintery by the hour
And makes for a gloomy scene
As I sit and watch time fly
The weather keeps getting worse
And poor flowers take a beating
From the tyranny of storms curse
But soon the sun will shine
And the clouds will go away
Then a rainbow of coloured lines
Will take charge of the changing day
