Unlock the Hidden Truths Behind Your New Year’s Resolutions in G. S. Katz’s Captivating Poem
Ever notice how some things just fall apart without your doing—shatter quietly, surrender to time like an old meat pie you’re not quite sure you should be eating in the first place? It’s funny, isn’t it? We fumble through these fragile moments, never quite the makers of our own breaks, yet we keep moving forward—maybe meeting for whiskey or tea (or heck, why not both?), sharing a meal that’s more mystery than meat. What if we lived more like our pets do—no agonizing over reflections, no overthinking; just food in the bowl, water to drink, a walk under the sky, and those glorious naps that say, “Here’s a new day—take it easy.” There’s a quiet elegance in that simplicity, a poetry in the mundane that asks us if we’re making life too complicated. So, with all that in mind, maybe it’s worth pondering—what if the best parts of living are the parts that just happen, fragile as they may be?
I don’t make them
They just become fragile and break
I’ll just continue on
Maybe we’ll meet for whiskey or tea
Or both
Perhaps a meat pie at the pub
I gave up eating red meat mostly
Those meat pies though
I’m never quite sure what kind of meat is in there
Could be tofu dressed up and congealed in mashed potatoes
While we’re at it
No reflection either
We should be like our pets
New day
Food in the bowl
Drink water
Go for walks and take beautiful naps
