Habits Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Habits

There are certain things in life one has to accept
I used to drink a lot, but it was at an awkward junction
of my life before I learned to like myself,
no, it is not a grand love story I avoid mirrors,
it has the nasty truth to tell me of my age.
What I have inherited from my family is the smoking habit
I try not to smoke it shortens one's life.
But in the evening I do smoke 3 to 4 cigarettes, they
have little nicotine, yet I`m an addict.
How come I can walk around all day and not smoking?
But when evening comes, the craving arrives too,
I should perhaps see a phycologist, but he will only
say what I know. I think tobacco is buried in my genes
and there is little I can do but to accept my failings.