Habit

They carry widows, carry tables
While I read Aesop's fables
Yield to all and nothing yield to thee, trust not the flatterers, appearances may illusions be
This is what that man told me
But habit found is a rabbit fed
May it breed and take over my head
All through the lining of my mind bound walls in it the rat of habit crawls
With gnashing teeth and scratching claws
I push it back with my bleeding paws
But yet I think this habit somewhat kind
And hope to God it may not find
My crazed and beloved peace of mind