Twenty-one days,
They say,
Only twenty-one days
Til a new habit
Has a face ;
Kicking the one out
They wish to replace.
I can and I will,
I have
Worn change
As a second skin.
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Rather a lifetime,
If I may.
For true smokers hate quitting
Who are we kidding –
No switch for a cigarette lit ;
A new regime
To be a little more fit,
Ending cravings that will never leave
With alternatives.
We persevere.
Like an alcoholic giving up the bottle ;
Not taking a drink will always be a battle.
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Forever, if I may.
I love my bad habits ;
Glory is in continuing
(to quit).
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Only twenty-one days
Til a new habit
Has a face ;
Kicking the one out
They wish to replace.
I can and I will,
I have
Worn change
As a second skin.
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Rather a lifetime,
If I may.
For true smokers hate quitting
Who are we kidding –
No switch for a cigarette lit ;
A new regime
To be a little more fit,
Ending cravings that will never leave
With alternatives.
We persevere.
Like an alcoholic giving up the bottle ;
Not taking a drink will always be a battle.
Twenty-one days,
They say,
Forever, if I may.
I love my bad habits ;
Glory is in continuing
(to quit).
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