Resolutions
Looking back on all of the vanishing years,
The sad woman flips through empty pages.
Given up resolutions bring her to tears.
She’ll be forgotten in less than ages.
If she’d only done it right from the start,
She’d have each page filled with words.
But nobody will know what was in her heart.
She never tried enough to be heard.
So now, the woman sits and writes
With the pen shaking in her hand.
Writing about her happiest nights,
She hopes that in the dimming lights,
Her daughter will read and think her poem grand.
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