Annus Medius
Another year of not quite making it,
Of lacking clout –
Of languishing, but trying to break out.
Another year of not quite finding peace,
Of getting stuck,
Of pressing-on, but with decreasing luck.
Another year of getting side-tracked,
Getting tied-up, getting trapped –
Another year of getting let-down
Getting threatened, getting browned.
Another year, but at least we get to say
That we were there –
We turned up for each day,
When the days went ev’rywhere.
Some lived in defiance,
And a few lived in regret –
It wasn’t all a triumph,
But it hasn’t killed us yet.
Another year of middling-through,
Another shift is done.
I guess, for most of us, that’s true –
We lived, and sometimes won.
Rhyming Couplets 