Time for Teshuvah, eh,
Yom Kippur and the yearly turn-around. Leave the tarmacked roads of the past
for unmarked roads in the geographia of Life.
It’s not that I haven’t tried,
but old ways are best.
I’m too old for new beginnings:
that’s for the next generation.
It’s not that I haven’t tried:
there was that Weight-Watchers Club last year...
we all schlepped along to the Family Service once-
it wasn’t a success,
what with missing ballet, football, golf, lunch-
we were all teed off and that’s a fact.
Of course, it was different in our parents’ day,
we have to move with the times.
Let’s face it, changing direction right now
just doesn’t make any kind of sense.
I know You understand.
Can that kid blow the shofar.
Am I ready for dinner!
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