The 363rd poem
On the 363rd day…
A fraction of them were worthwhile
And none were about a buffet.
Two poems plus this one to go
And two days plus this one to do it
And I come to my annual question:
Do one more year or just screw it?
Regardless of if I continue
I’ve plans to compile one more book
To hold in your hands or on Kindle
(Or, for the hipsters among us, on Nook).
So for the loyal day-one poem readers
And the followers who joined this year
And the peasants who just found this website
(Without whom I wouldn’t be here)
I wish you a good two days plus this one
And a fair bit of new-anum cheer
And know that whatever my decision
The quality will not improve.