Below is the poem entitled With Smoker’s Hands which was written by poet
Armstrong. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Through years of chuckles and vivid imagery,
They sit across from each other;
Inventing moment to moment another day,
Past transparent overlays.
In ends so filled with friendship.
Then one day the smoke stopped.
No more to circle overhead
Where French Fries and flea markets
Meant more than friends.
An empty room is filled more now
With sorrow than they could with laughs.
And through a vacant stare
A veteran of his craft
Demolishes his white canvas ~
with smoker’s hands.