“Another year grew old and weary
And gave way to one new and young.
Another orbit we’ve completed
Around our local star, the Sun.
We’ve been here before,
And return here we shall.
Dare I say it, among celebrations:
This too shall pass…”
That was part of my own verse with which I wrote the first blog post of 2009. And do it did, just as I predicted — what powers of prescience I possess!
This time around, I stuck to prose writing that I’m slightly better at, and took a wistful and opinionated look back at the year that was.
And I was inspired by these witty and perceptive words from two of the finest wordsmiths of yesteryear, which a dear friend circulated hours before the old year ran out.

Not just new year resolutions, but ALL promises that men (uh=gh!) give women are hollow cheques drawn on a bank where they have no account and not even the intention of opening one!