Promises
I promised myself, in the morning to be good until the night
but my willpower, it was lacking and the cake was in my sight.
I promised myself in the evening, I'd abstain from typing texts
when lying on the sofa while he was looking vexed.
I promised myself to stop swearing but much to my disgust
I blurted out the naughty words when I was feeling rough.
I promised to keep my promises but all too soon I failed
so I'm promising never to promise, to promise myself again.
poem by Ruth Walters
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