Promises, promises everywhere, no one who cares.
Few hardly kept, many broken.
Some cannot be helped but broken, but that is okay,
They seem to be nothing special anymore.
They are broken daily by thousands.
They have turned into lies.
Most liars not keepers.
What can we do?
I know I shall try my hardest to never break a promise.
What about you?
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