Habits
Habits have a habit,
If they’re early-on ingrained,
Of becoming who you are, a bit
Of childhood you’ve retained.
You brush your teeth a certain way;
You’re neat or you’re a slob.
Attempts to change will seem to be
Like shirking on the job.
You spend your money all at once
Or penny-wise, keep track.
You finish things before they’re due
Or let the time go slack.
You wake up late and lie in bed
Or leap before it’s light.
You like a quiet evening home
Or party every night.
Of course, a habit can be changed
But likely, once it’s stuck,
If someone tries to mend your ways,
He’ll find he’s out of luck!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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