The Promises of the Young

There may have been a fight
A swear, a mess, or a smell
Anything to make you think

To think
I will never do that when I am grown up
I will never fight like that
I will never swear like that
Or I will never smell like that
And so you promise yourself that 

But as life continues in its circle
You end up making many promises
You promise that you will be the best father or mother possible
And on that faithful day when your first child is born you think back
To renew all of your promises from the past

But life has a way of working with history
In the sense that it repeats itself
And we may all break those promises
Probably not each one
But at some point we will break a few

So when you do and you can see your child sitting in the corner
Make sure to make up for it
Maybe not right afterward but soon
And it never hurts to make another promise