Three Six One

Three days it always takes to carve a groove
that I can start to follow forwardly,
to make initial paces to improve
in movement, diet, and mentality.
Six weeks to form a habit, experts say,
and I’ve experienced that’s wisely neat:
a new tradition’s born that can convey
the gentle motivation to repeat.

Recidivism’s lurking even then.
The wagon rail is flimsy and not tall.
It’s easy, even tempting, to return
to vices recollected once again.
One year is what I need. A span from fall
through winter, spring and summer burns the learn.

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