THIS TIME OF YEAR

This time of year
So dank and dismal,
Grey skies and cold
With mood abysmal.
This time of year
New hope came,
Soon dissipated
Work's still the same.
This time of year
Goodwill just a token,
Bombings and death
Resolutions broken.
This time of year
Each day a fight,
So many bills to pay
Money very tight.
This time of year
With its endless sales,
Driving rain
And howling gales.
This time of year
The holiday ad,
Sickly, smiling young things
Really drive me mad.
This time of year
Exercise the promise,
Dieting hard
To be an Adonis.
This time of year
You turn to drink,
As losing weight's
Not as easy as you think.
I think I've made it
Perfectly clear,
I can't bloody stand
This time of year.

Phil Hall  January 2014