This Jan’ry first will exit during cheer;

Sev’ral hot souls may lead with a new kiss.

I sway, they drink champagne but mostly beer,

Proposing coming year to be more bliss.

They sealed the resolutions on a stone,

For purifying suit of happiness;

If only people leave their office throne,

A lot could leave behind the dire sadness.

Yet, coming day resolutions will end;

A plea of gaining asset swung frailty:

Today intentions aren't set goals, but trends.

So, people are stuck in reality.

A lot of couples singing “auld lang syne”,

As lifetime resolutions fall behind.