With the New Year comes new promises, new goals and new rules. There are the inevitable promises to eat better, go to the gym, be more organized, read more books and save more money. But some rules are destined to be broken. At the start of 2020, we asked you to send us couplets of your abandoned New Year’s resolutions. We collected more than 500 entries, and Kwame Alexander, NPR’s poet-in-residence, combined some of these lines into an epic (and guilt-free) community poem. Ode To The Things I’ll Get To Tomorrow Here’s to my treadmill, incomplete without the sound of slapping feet. Eating healthy, getting abs But chips and chocolate up for grabs Oh, banana pudding from the deli How did you get inside my belly? I was a vegetarian All the way to 10 AM My goals quickly turned to apathy At least I eat happily People acting all highfalutin ‘Cause they said they’ve sworn off gluten Why do my resolutions fail? Why can’t I just eat that kale? What makes me want to poke my fork Into that plate
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