Resolutions
Each New Year's Eve I used to
On my misdoings of the past,
And vowed: "This year I'll be so good -Well, haply better than the last."My record of reforms I
To Mum who listened sweetly to it:"Why plan all this, my son?" she said; "Just do it."Of her wise words I've often thought -Aye, sometimes with a pang of pain,
When resolutions come to naught,
And high resolves are sadly vain;
The human heart from failure bleeds;
Hopes may be wrecked so that we rue them . . .
Don't let us dream of lovely deeds - Just do them.
And so, my son, uphold your pride.
Believe serenely in your soul.
Just take things in a steady stride,
Until behold! you've gained your goal.
But if, perchance, you frame a
Of conduct, let it be a free one:
Don't try to make yourself a man - Just be one.
Robert W Service
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