Do I embrace a snowy chin?
Or get-out the Just for Men?
Do I go back to where I’ve been?
Or start new somewhere again?
Is bacon such a crime, a sin?
Gravy’s just so damn divine
Every time I dig in
And must my age at 52
Not match my waistline too?
I could have studied more
Bought those strips that dis my snore
Not spoken words that hurt your heart
Not blamed your mother for my fart
Here I am once more it seems
A chance enhancing purple dreams
The time is now, the day is here
I wish us all just one more year …
… and may it be a good one.
– Peace and blessings to all of you who find yourselves here from time to time, lending your ear.