Bring Back Big Families

Ten days after the intended streak died, here’s the poem about why it always does. Still in my poetry era. For a few more days.

Three days seems to be the max of what I’m capable of

I start strong

Three days of roving rolling and strolling

But day four is a crash and burn

Any goal

Any time of the year

Anything I want to accomplish

I’ve got three good days to do it

Otherwise it won’t get done

I tried a poem a day

Three days

I started posting one thing a day as a New Year’s resolution

Three days

I start each week renewed refreshed revitalized only to be burned out by Wednesday

Three days

I have failed

I am failing right now

I will fail in the future

I am a dad who fails

I try

And I try

And I try again

But three days later it’s over

So I’ll keep failing because I’ve still got two more days to prove myself wrong