Old Habits

The day after Christmas Each year, without fail, I hunt down my calendars Since they're on sale. I head to the bookstore And search through the racks For the wall-hanging ones Then I look through the stacks Of the page-a-day versions; I purchase both kinds And I won't leave until I'm content with my finds. Could I buy them before And the sales disregard? Well, the answer's "Of course!" But old habits die hard.

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Robert Kinard

Date: 1/1/2020 9:25:00 AM

This calendar decade might be a little different. but you a rhyming Queen. Nicely done.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 12/26/2019 8:07:00 PM

Hey, this calendar thing is not 'mere habit.' It's a TRADITION And traditions are sacred, not to be given up without a war!!… Enjoyed! Smiles, Gershon '

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/26/2019 5:14:00 PM

It is amazing how we get something into our heads as "our routine" and we go with in year after year. Nicely penned.

Chris Green

Date: 12/26/2019 2:50:00 PM

I know I don't need one to remind me to read your wonderful poetry. : )

Jan Allison

Date: 12/26/2019 2:42:00 PM

lol I have a diary and 3 calendars this year so hopefully i won;t miss an important date - and I too love a bargain in the sales but the weather has been so vile today we hardly left the house! Hope you had a super day:-) hugs Jan xx