In looking ahead we see our past.

In looking ahead we see our past.

We measure gains made,

And judge ourselves harshly.

Ever the critic

Of our own failure,

We examine the pain

Of our loss.

Some drown in it,

Swoon, down in it.

Whilst other still,

Undoubtedly will,

Predict a better year,

And rush into the future,

Projecting all hope

Onto a new date.

When the timing

Is right for change.

Much as you thought it was,

The last time

You played that game.

But this year,

You have set in motion

A resolute notion,

Never to be fooled

By dates again.

But to tend to life

Instead.

Try to understand

The little things.

A Touch from her hand.

A smile.

A gentle kiss.

Even in the dark,

They never miss.

The sound of her breathing

The things you would miss.

The love of your life

Still sleeping in bed.

So you clean the kitchen

Down,

In slippers and dressing gown.

It is always better

To start the way you hope

To carry on.

But with the proviso

You never forget

What you have.

And never look too far.

Not the next but one star,

Or the end of a rainbow

If in truth

It begins and ends

Just where you are.