Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

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 January 1, 2020 at 9:25 AM This calendar decade might be a little different. but you a rhyming Queen. Nicely done.

Gershon Wolf December 26, 2019 at 8:07 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 December 26, 2019 at 5:14 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 December 26, 2019 at 2:50 PM I know I don't need one to remind me to read your wonderful poetry. : )

Jan Allison December 26, 2019 at 2:42 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