It's easy to say,
"I'll commit",
And it's not half-hard,
To do it once.
It's easy to show up,
on day one,
And tell anyone,
Who's willing to hear,
That you'll continue coming,
Till day three hundred.
It's easy to walk out,
And be satisfied,
Thinking you're on your way,
To achieving the goals,
You gave yourself.
However,
Day two's a little harder,
To commit to.
And day three's,
Like day one,
You're doing just fine.
But the fourth's a flop,
Because you forgot,
To set your alarm clock.
"I'll go tomorrow",
You tell yourself.
"I'll go tomorrow"
"I'll go tomorrow"
"I'll go tomorrow"
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
