Creature Of Habit Poem by Ima Ryma

I was born screaming lump of clay,
Helpless creature to face life's storm,
And being molded each new day
Into some nurtured, natured form.
And as I shaped I learned how to
Live in the world of mine around.
Some bad, some good I'd think and do,
Habits to find and habits found
That provided my comfort zone
To somehow get and go along
In living life that was my own,
Sometimes some right, sometimes some wrong.

Creature of habit I do be,
Some good, some bad that all form me.