Not the whole story (but for the moment this will have to do)

Another year of 365 days has just slid past,
Without my noticing simply how fast.
Waving not drowning, nor writing or callin’
You may have thought over the edge I’d fallen.
There’s no need to worry your head about that,
For they’ve proved it definitely round, not flat.
They’re the same who’ve proved the dinosaur theory,
Get me going on that one and I’ll stir like fury.
A year of possibility what had it held in store,
Now that it’s history I’m still not sure.
One day a week I was on me bike,
Twice as many on a mat yoga-like.
Three days skiing on Aussie snow,
Five days a week to work I’d go.
Seven or so concerts at the Opera House,
Improving on me baroque and opera nouse.
Ate very well as vegetarians do,
Baked the odd abel kager or two.
Nein is a word I’ve not found in my vocabulary,
Ten days by the sea, lost from civilisation
But there moved closer to the heart of me
Sixteen days in a shiny white sailboat,
Crossing the Tasman to find which fears would float.
Add together for fifty two weeks in a year
Or simply add the joker in a game of solitaire.

Score: Creation One, World-saving Nil.