Nothing much

This one's from my latest Christmassy-sort of zine, Badger's Dozen mark whatever.  Nothing much to see in the relative non-event of the New Year.
 

Nothing much

This year, achieving nothing much,

Though having aimed at little more,

Next year, I’ll try a little less,

Although I’ve done the same before -

With half-formed plans and half-formed schemes

That I’ve already half-forgot

Of nothing big with no-one much

And dreams of earning not-a-lot.

Though when my age was even less,

I little thought and little knew

I’d make so little of myself

Or have so little stuff to do.

Perhaps I did more good than bad,

Although I can’t be sure as such,

I overate a little bit,

Though not so much as very much.

We’ve almost no time left in life

To say our little good and true,

So Merry Christmas, happy new year,

To you, and you, and you.