Poem: I’m Crap at Resolutions

I’m a bit crap at resolutions, me
I try to find the fusion you see
Between easy, with something impressive
That will raise an eyebrow, or two

I try to allude to tenacity
But in the end my resolve to be
- good melts, like the ice in a baileys dream.
Or, disappears – like my running shoes…(ahem)

It’s something about Willpower..and me.
The two of us – we have no intimacy.
So I steer clear, avoid the exertion
Of beating myself up..or putting me, down.

So! It’s fruitless, and I think you’ll agree
That me, and a resolution will not see
Eye to eye; with an exception of one.
To laugh hard, and often…and mostly at me…

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