100 Days ago I made a decision to throw caution to the wind
A choice I hoped in the long run would not leave me chagrined.
I thought I would write a daily rhyme, (OK nothing crazy about that yet!)
But in my infinite wisdom I thought I’d post them on the net.
Why I did this is a mystery I still have yet to solve.
When I think back I have to wonder if alcohol was involved?
Whatever! I thought Facebook was the perfect place to let these rhymes run free
After all, everyone on Facebook I have friended...or they have friended me.
It was the perfect place I assumed among people I have known
To try something this scary and leave my comfort zone.
What better place to post the great pieces of literature my mind begat
Than a place that offers recipes, funny e-cards and videos of crazy cats?
Ever since I can remember if there was a special time
My family and friends knew they’d be receiving a copy of my rhyme.
They usually seemed delighted, like my poem gave them a lift.
Little did they know, till now, it was much cheaper than a gift.
They said I should write for other people, they said it’d be a snap.
I’m sure they thought they shouldn’t be the only ones who get to read this crap!
So buoyed by their urging and my own naivete
I decided it might be fun to write a poem a day.
It wasn’t an easy decision to make...to write this daily rhyme
But I somehow found the courage to hit POST the very first time.
It’s now been 100 days and these daily rhymes have not abated
I’m sure my family and friends didn’t expect the monster they created!
I imagine you might like one poem while another you think is a flop
It matters not because, since I started, there’s no way that I can stop.
It has now become an obsession...I think your help I should enlist...
Is there a doctor out there who specializes...perhaps a poetry therapist?
On second thought don’t feel bad for me for everyday I feel blessed
That my poems have been around the world and met with some success.
In truth I have one follower in Germany which really has no glamour
Because the only reason she reads my poems is to correct me on my grammar.
Be that as it may...100 poems, it’s a number that does amaze.
And I’m sure you can’t wait to read what’s coming in the next 100 days.
Will they be happy, thoughtful, heart wrenching, or perhaps a little fun
You be the judge for the poem you’re reading is now one hundred and one.
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