Every November it happens.
I see diaries on display.
The lightbulb moment, I'm inspired!
I must keep a journal every day.
Every January starts off well.
In keeping a promise to myself,
I faithfully pen the goings on each day.
It's apparently good for your health.
February is often quite patchy.
Many a day goes a miss!
I start to question why, each annum,
I spend to fail at this...
One day runs into another.
It's mid September now!
It feels like only in a blink
Six months have passed - holy cow!
I start to reason on why it bothers me
That I can't look back on what's gone on.
It's about now I say, " If I get another
I'll keep my own promise to write on! "
I suppose it could be apathy.
" I can't be bothered " type of mood.
What's the point in writing trivia
- This conversation or that food?
So last year I decided once and for all
That keeping a journal is not for me.
If I've something I really want to express
I'll wax lyrical with poetry!
Written 11th September 2021
For - The "J" Contest... Sponsor Constance La France
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021
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