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Robert W Service - Resolutions
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Each New Year`s Eve I used to brood
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 read
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 plan
Of conduct, let it be a free one:
Don`t try to make yourself a man -
        Just be one.
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