Thursday, February 1, 2018

Bad habit


Twenty-one days,

They say,

Only twenty-one days

Til a new habit

Has a face ;

Kicking the one out

They wish to replace. 


I can and I will,

I have

Worn change

As a second skin.


Twenty-one days,

They say,

Rather a lifetime,

If I may. 


For true smokers hate quitting

Who are we kidding –

No switch for a cigarette lit ;


A new regime

To be a little more fit,

Ending cravings that will never leave


With alternatives. 


We persevere.

Like an alcoholic giving up the bottle ;

Not taking a drink will always be a battle.


Twenty-one days,

They say,

Forever, if I may.


I love my bad habits ;

Glory is in continuing 


(to quit).



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