I found this poem about New Year’s Resolutions and I thought it was pretty clever. It’s funny and it captures the essence of how most of us truly feel about the resolutions we make on December 31st. Because, let’s face it, deep down inside we know what’s really going to happen, right?
The truth is that the resolutions any of us make without an accompanying plan of action and commitment to establishing the successful habits necessary to achieve them, are just words we whisper to ourselves to fill space. Inevitably, they end up disappearing into the background of our lives and manifest as nothing more than some wishful thinking.
The poem is written by Robert Fisher and it speaks from the perspective of a child, which I think makes it even more meaningful. It shows how we often treat those most important parts of our lives with a rather trivial sense of priority, and I believe because of this, we rarely make a change in our standard of living or raise the bar for ourselves in such a way that we will accept nothing short of lasting change.
Okay, I’m getting pretty serious here, and I know I started by simply wanting to share a poem with you that I thought was pretty cool. So, I’ll cool it and get back to that. I’m positive that when the poem was written, it wasn’t done so to cause such intense introspection…
In the meantime, read the poem for yourself and see if it sounds like some of your New Year’s Eves gone by…
My New Year’s Resolution
I will not throw the cat out the window,
Or put a frog in my sister’s bed.
I will not tie my brother’s shoelaces together,
Nor jump from the roof of Dad’s shed.
I shall remember my aunt’s next birthday,
And tidy my room once a week.
I’ll not moan at Mom’s cooking (Ugh! Fish fingers again),
Nor give her any more of my cheek.
I will not pick my nose if I can help it,
I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair,
I will say please and thank you (even when I don’t mean it),
And never spit or shout or even swear.
I shall write each day in my diary,
Try my hardest to be helpful in school.
I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don’t want to),
And when others are rude I’ll stay cool.
I’ll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks,
And close every door behind me.
I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube,
And stay where trouble can’t find me.
I shall start again, turn over a new leaf,
I leave my bad old ways forever.
Shall I start them this year, or next year,
Shall I sometime, or…?