I love this poem by Emily Dickinson:
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
A fundamental pause
Are organized Decays.
'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul
A Cuticle of dust
A Borer in the Axis
An Elemental Rust.
Ruin is formal - Devil's Work
Consecutive and slow -
Fail in an instant, no man did
Slipping - is Crash's law.
It's a good reminder that it's the small, daily choices we make that can lead to our downfall.
Here's to keeping the Cobwebs off our Souls!
(I'm sorry for any duplications - I had to edit this post.)