At times, I speak too quickly
with words that might seem prickly
to all the folks I know or never met.
I seldom ever track these
but gone, there are no backsies.
The only thing to do is feel regret.
If I had any notion
I’d cause a huge commotion,
I like to think I’d keep my big mouth shut.
But that would take some changing,
at least some rearranging,
and here is where I’m stuck inside a rut.
So here’s my resolution
to aim for evolution
and think before my mouth starts to expound.
I hope my goal won’t fail me
but if it should derail me,
I’ll try again when next year comes around.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 1/7/15 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a “resolve” poem. If this resolution is anything like those from my past, it will soon go the way of the dinosaurs.