When you make a resolution,
It’s best you stay resolved,
Else there’ll be no real solution
To the riddle left unsolved.
When you say you will do something,
Do not leave that thing undone,
Or your life will fill with half-things—
Piles lyrics left unsung.
The trouble with a promise is
That sometimes it’s maintained
By half-baked Doubting Thomases
Who are tired and addle-brained.
So when you say you’ll write a blog post
Every day for the whole year,
Sometimes what the reader gets is compost—
Like this sad poem, I fear.