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HABIT



It may not seem to be true at all,
but I'm always around with great and small;
I live with those with happy faces,
I roam with those in dark places;
and just suppose you do not know my name
I am 'Habit' always the same

When I am young and tender,
my might and power I surrender;
and if you do not muzzle and restrain me,
no danger in me you'll see.
But just give me time to shape and form,
and you'll soon know you are in for a storm.

With my might and controlling power
I will dominate in the crisis hour;
and just when you think you can shake me off,
on the throne of your life I will sit aloft,
and even though you strive with all your might,
you will lose the battle, 'Habit' wins the fight

Written by St. Clair Archibald Sr. in 2002
Copyright 2002


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