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Goodbye Eighteen Poem- Poetry Friday

A somewhat whimsical retrospective poem to mark my 2018...

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Goodbye Eighteen

Last year
I failed to win the lottery
Wasn’t an award recipient
And I failed to repair anything of significance

Last year
I forget to cull my book collection
Didn’t spend a single night in Paris
And didn't compete in a marathon for the first time

Last year 
I chose not to watch Masterchef
I didn’t get around to cleaning out my office desk
And I failed to snap any selfies at famous landmarks

Last Year
I didn't eat a single snail
-Nor a married one for that matter
And yet again, I failed to find any joy in Trump's tweets

Last year
I still refused to like cats
Or anchovies
Or cats who like anchovies

Last year
Was similar to the year before
This year shapes up as being the same


  1. What fun! Though those cats... 🙀 I do hope you like K-a-ts! Now wondering what I didn't do... Gotta admit, 2018 was a huge year for me - and my first thought is, there's not many things I didn't do!

    1. I am a fan of K-a-ts, but the other ones have a chequered history with me I'm afraid. My wife, Vicki is allergic to cat fur, so that means cats get short shrift in our house. Dogs, we love. Your 2018 did seem busy- and fulfilling, so wishing you an equally great 2019.

  2. A new kind of retrospective calls for the opposite thoughts as in "I didn't, yet. . ." My granddaughters help a lot when cleaning out the desk drawers! Happy New Year, Alan!

    1. Happy New Year to you to Linda. I like the idea of using this retrospective approach in a variety of ways. Maybe next year...

  3. Maybe cats will grow on you in 2019? :) Thank you for the retrospective.

    1. You remain more hopeful than I do Irene. My history with cats is not an altogether happy one. My children had cats as pets and it always ended with tears -catastrophes! I could write about those various cat tales. That cat history coloured my perceptions, no doubt.

  4. What fun! Sometimes there is accomplishment in the things not done

    1. Glad you liked it Kay. And yes, there is some sense of accomplishment in things not done.

  5. Love the sense of humor in your poem Alan. And humor is one thing you did have last year and have this year too–got a good chuckle from your poem, thanks!

    1. Thanks Michelle. One of my resolutions each year is to retain a sense of humour in the things I do, and the things I see happening- so thank you. Let us both keep chuckling in 2019.

  6. Your poem is such a clever way to mark the passing of the year. Such fun! Like some others, I do hope you reconsider cats this year. Happy New Year!

    1. Thank you Molly. I think that when it comes to cats we are not destined to co-exist under the same roof. As a child, my very first kitten, name of Alice, died suddenly with distemper and that kind of set the scene for later encounters with cats my children requested. Two later cats died under our house -in summer! -but not at the same time. There is a pattern here. I think I have developed a reticence in order to protect them from fate. Plus, my wife is allergic to them. Glad you liked the poem, by the way. Happy New Year to you Molly!

  7. I enjoyed your humorous poem, Alan, especially these lines: I didn't eat a single snail
    -Nor a married one for that matter. Happy New Year!

    1. Thanks Carol. I do enjoy injecting a little humour in my poetry where possible, so I'm glad you noticed. Happy New Year to you too.


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