My resolution becomes irresolution
When I think of certain things,
Like chocolate and pretzels
And candy-apple rings.
My determination becomes indetermination
In the middle of the night,
When I dream of donuts and yeast rolls,
Each rising crisp and light.
My decision becomes indecision
When I pass an ice-cream shop
And imagine sundaes with whipped cream
And cherries on the top.
Yet, my repulsion quells the impulsion
Ever to have such treats
When I glance down and realize
I can’t even see my feet.
Carol Culver Rzadkiewicz
January 6, 2009