Your Bad Habits Can Gather Dust
Your bad habits gather dust,
When your decision is ‘A Must’,
All Vanishing like A Ghost
Between The Least and The Most,
All of them fizzling out;
Not a lurking Doubt,
Then, you can work towards it,
The Task judging The Fit;
On your lifestyles leper white
Pouncing to make them paper white …
A renewed interest in The Good Life,
Through The Rigors of Unflagging Strife;
A high regard for cooperation,
A steadfast Eye on Moderation.
The Fire of Zeal much heightened
Your lips at their edges tightened.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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