Old habits never change
Its like old flower vase
looks very bright and shine outside
With needed care and polish
But erodes inside everyday
nobody can see.
Habits are old garments
Looks very elegant
Because of laundry and care
It gets worn inside
Nobody can see.
Life is also like old habits
Never changes overtly
But erodes everyday bit by bit
Nobody can see.
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