Sonnet at The Half-Way Milestone

Another birthday looming;
Nothin' real done yet.
Another resolution waiting;
To be broken perhaps--or nyet.

Some bucks in the bank would be good;
Some books in the press would be great.
Since both seem not so happenin'-
Sit down and accept fate?

Now that's a loser talkin'-
Not one with a filefull of stuff.
Rambling thoughts--some rhyming,
Fill up my shelf, my life.

The last bus awaits--ready for boarding;
I'll catch it and quit complaining.