Old habits die hard... <br />She said as she put <br />On her left sock first, <br />Then her right... <br />And her left shoe first.. <br />Then her right... <br /> <br />And as she tried, <br />With all her might... <br />To rid her mind of <br />All those old habits <br />About him...That also <br />Die Hard... <br /> <br />The habit of loving him, <br />And him alone...or <br />The habit of thinking of <br />Herself as belonging <br />To him alone...and that <br />He belonged to her as well. <br /> <br />And the habit of living <br />In a house made of <br />Rose Colored Glass... <br />Through which she could <br />View Her World... <br />Which didn't really exist... <br /> <br /> <br />But was only a habit <br />She tried so hard to <br />Keep alive for the sake <br />Of her children... <br />And her sanity! <br /> <br />So she put on the left sock <br />First, <br />Then the right, <br />And the left shoe <br />First, <br />Then the right... <br />Trying to find balance <br />In her life. <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />January 3,2009<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-habits-4/
