Habitual Rituals

I am a creature of habit,

Very predictable.

At break time a handful of carrots,

And, soup in my favorite bowl.

No, not born an elitist,

Grew up with holes in my socks.

No high priced education,

Graduated the school of hard knocks.

First thing when I awake,

Laundry in the machine.

Five minutes is all it takes,

Fold them when fresh and clean.

Then to the exercise bike,

Peruse YouTube videos.

This ritual very much I like,

Medium speed the bike wheel goes.

And, outside fill the feeder,

Black oil sunflower seed.

Help out the winged ones,

With something good to eat.

My shower takes 10 minutes,

Then dry, flat iron my hair.

No record for the Book of Guinness,

Give myself the best of care.

Pick out something to put on,

Grab the keys, then to my car.

35 minutes until I get there,

From home not very far.

My route is always the same,

Same cars I see the other way.

They are probably a lot like me,

Daily routine day by day.

Coffee in a plastic cup,

Some creamer, just a touch.

Take time to slip and savor,

Cup of Joe I like very much.

If the Java I then overdue,

Caffeine buzz will surely get.

I hate that feeling, “Don’t you?”

Sometimes break into a sweat.

My day continues on,

A salad at lunch time.

Daily grind to which I’m bound,

Predictability for me, just fine.

It’s time to go home now,

Same route but in reverse.

Straight home and never roam,

Keeps me on a steady course.

After dinner clear the table,

Maybe a TV show.

My reality not a fable,

Regularly go with the flow.

But, wait a minute please,

I’ll play hooky once instead.

That idea sounds really great,

I’ll sleep on it, time for bed.

I own my habitual rituals,

Right now I am steadfast.

Maybe when I retire,

Break the mold of which I’m cast?

My life, perfect it’s not.

Some days a struggle to survive.

It is the only life I’ve got.

I am grateful to be alive.