.38) Habits Poem by Max Reif
.38) Habits
Don't be fooled, a habit
is a horse that's been tamed.
When you're heading
through dense woods,
forget the reins a moment,
taking its docility for granted—
and there it goes, heading
for the old, wild places!
Dear Max, Reading your poetry has become a bit of a habit.One that's worth taking up.Great words again from you.Love Duncan
Because I am an ex-smoker, I KNOW that if the habit is ever left untended, away it goes, otherwise it wouldn't be a habit, would it? ? Scarlett
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4/23/2024 10:14:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
How true, Max. This little poem reminds me of a pastor I once had who often told his congragation 'Your conscience can be trained to think you are doing the right thing when you are falling back into your old ways.' You said it better. Raynette