Goodbye Smoking
I'm not smoking today ;
not that the urge has gone away.
It's just that I'm tight and smokes are high ;
but, clothes are cheaper, I won't deny.
I'd like to be known for my wit and charm ;
instead of an odor setting off a fire alarm.
Believe me, it's not easy;
but, with a cigarette, I look sleazy !
I have an image to uphold ;
I'm known to be brave and even bold.
But, those little, white, sticks of fire ;
have always been part of my attire.
Will people even know me now;
without the smoke circling my brow ?
Grit my teeth, gnaw my tongue ;
clean my hair and clear my lungs.
I might even feel brand new ;
and smell like perfume, not fish stew.
So, wish me well, no more Pall Mall ;
and pray I do not have a fall.
For this will be my very last try ;
to say it's easy, is a BIG, FAT lie !!
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010
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