Creature of Habit
(I wonder about kids these days)

They don’t bring the coloured popsicles
And chalk for the rowdy hopscotch.
But from the corner of my eye when
I see
And notice that you once again
wear the red cardigan,
Such consolation it is that
The same polar bear swims
in his unchanged climate of ice and sea.

Your computer needs to be swopped
“For efficiency”, that’s what
they say.
I tell you that my keypad only wants cleaning.
With a finger-sized feather- duster.
When new running shoes replaces another so quickly,
The miles you run are wildly forgotten.

Some people love Miss Change.
She seduces but doesn’t stay long.
You say you’re not constant but
Don’t be prideful if “habit’s not your thing”,
for change may be your habit,
So there you go, Creature of Habit.

Pretty soon it will be different,
When a now becomes tomorrow-
Will you be sad when you remember?
How your yesterday was filled with
Strange longing for a brand new day

The modern day philosopher has no job-
His children brings no coloured popsicles,
Or chalk for the rowdy hopscotch.
He still runs the miles these days
Amidst the noisy traffic on the brand new highway.
Miss Change beckons as he shakes his head,
But gives in when he knows:
Good things though to remember,
Better things still do come.