web analytics

Bye Bye Year, Bye Bye Brain

by Twitchy on November 30, 2011

 

Whoosh!

 

The end of year it hurtles fast
Eleven months have all but passed

How was this allowed to occur?
My head has made a request to defer

To next year after a break in transmission
A sorely needed intermission

For my brain has gone on holiday
I cannot process any more today

Decisions, plans, not for now
I haven’t got the slightest how

Yet more than that I have a fear
For weeks I’ll not get past first gear

Used up my year’s mental quota amount
So it’s auto-pilot ’til I recharge my account

Once more comes out the Christmas wrap
And I’m a sentimental sap

As farewells and lasts are piling up;
Goodbye, goodbye and best of luck

There’s moves afoot for everyone
Time’s passage slows for no one

Had a birthday, I thought not long ago…
But better than I, the calendar knows

I shake my head in disbelief;
At this rate I’ll be fifty next week!

The kids aren’t babies any more
The trike and high chair went out the door

I awoke this morn to a small face in pout
She was trying to rub my forehead lines out

I wish I were joking but that’s actually true
And blast it I’ve found my first greys too!

For next year, better things I’m wishing,
But right now, the sign says: “Not here, gone fishing”.

{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }

Stacy London December 5, 2011 at 6:53 pm

Really impressive poetry, and the kind you understand! I like it and I feel the same! :)

Reply

Michelle December 2, 2011 at 6:56 pm

How can I read that and not smile! And your poem actually rhymes and has consistent structure.
Love the small face in pout.
michelle xx

Reply

fender4eva December 2, 2011 at 5:39 pm

Next year will be Twenty Twelves…..
because it comes after the Christmas elves….. :-)

Reply

Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post:

UA-43477210-1