A Tiny Fragment Of A Sound.

A tiny fragment of a sound,

Reached my ears,

I searched everywhere for its source,

And at last found that,

My pen had fallen.

As I bent to pick it up,

I noticed that an old blackened eraser,

Was jumbled up in spider webs,

I rescued it from its “spidery” condition.

The tiny fragment of sound made me realize,

That a person never gets old of his habits,

Be they good or bad.

Lesser the bad ones,

Much the better.

Adios!