I didn’t mean to carry on so long.
I started this for one and twenty days,
intending to employ new verse arrays.
I didn’t mean to carry on so long.

I started this for one and twenty days.
The metrics were a challenge to my mind,
distracting me from worry while confined.
I started this for one and twenty days.

The metrics were a challenge to my mind,
and day by day they mounted with arrest
to inventory neither planned nor guessed.
The metrics were a challenge to my mind.

And day by day they mounted with arrest;
the hills ahead look steeper till we climb.
One hundred days produced a wealth of rhyme.
And day by day they mounted with arrest.

The hills ahead look steeper till we climb
(I didn’t mean to carry on so long).
Now mass anxiety is running strong –
the hills ahead look steeper till we climb.

I didn’t mean to carry on so long.
I started this for one and twenty days,
intending to employ new verse arrays.
I didn’t mean to carry on so long.