Setback (an acrostic poem)

So things didn’t go quite as planned

Everything didn’t come out smelling like roses

The eyes on the prize watched it drift away

But you still are here

And you are able to set new goals

Count the steps you took this time and savor that victory

Knowing you will go farther next time



Fail (an acrostic poem)

Food is always there, tempting Liza

And she honestly set a goal each morning to resist its charms

It is a daily struggle to see if she can stick to her goals

Leaving her depressed and disappointed as she wipes off doughnut crumbs



Goals (an acrostic poem)

Gratification was Mary’s idea of winning

Ordinarily she was focused on herself since she knew that audience

And now should be no different, and yet

Looking into the puppy’s eyes melted her heart

So her new mission in life was to help that pup live to the fullest



Check Please

“I have three goals in life,” Charlie said as he checked the basketball by bouncing it to Devin and having Devin bounce it back to him.  Charlie juked left and then drove hard right.  Devin was a half-step behind and Charlie was able to put up an offhand layup.

“Okay, so what are your three goals?” asked Devin.

Charlie checked the ball again and paused.  “One is to accomplish the impossible,” Charlie said.  Charlie then drove hard one step forward.  Devin reacted and began backpedaling.  Charlie pulled up short and drained the jumper.

“Good luck with that one,” Devin said.  He grabbed the basketball and passed it back to Charlie.  “What are the other two?

“Stop the unstoppable force,” Charlie said, checking the ball again.  Charlie then just stepped back and drained the long range jumper before Devin could even elevate.

Devin shook his head.  “Okay, that is just plain dumb,” he said.  Devin didn’t move, so Charlie had to go get the basketball himself.  Charlie checked the ball, but Devin held onto it instead of bouncing it right back to Charlie.  “What is the last one?”

“Just check the ball,” Charlie said.  Devin bounced the ball hard at Charlie’s feet and as Charlie grabbed it, Devin was on top of him.  There was no room between the two of them.  Devin swiped at the ball, but missed.  Charlie dropped his shoulder and gave one strong step into Devin, throwing him off balance.  Devin had to take a step back and Charlie elevated, letting go the jump shot. The ball bounced once, twice, then dropped through the basket.  “Game!” Charlie yelled.  “Oh, and the third thing was to beat you so bad you would stop calling yourself unstoppable and  telling me how impossible it was for me to win.”

Devin broke into a grin.  “Son, you can’t beat me bad enough for that to happen,” Devin said.

“You ain’t my daddy,” Charlie said.  “And just watch me beat you badly again.”

Devin picked up the ball and tossed it to Charlie.  “That’s impossible.”

Charlie checked the ball.