Smokin'
A pack a day,
An expensive way
To capture cancer,
Not a thing nice,
But I did it twice
Survived them somehow,
Operations did the trick,
And I know better now...
But cigarettes
Were not done with me,
Though I smoked no more,
It was too late for me,
Emphysema came to me
Incurable, progressive,
100% fatal I was to see
Lung weakness strained the heart
Now Ventricular Fibrillation had a part
Another killer, matter of time,
Bought some though,
With implanted defib which was now mine
To fill the pot of aging ails,
Arthritic pain now prevails
Some 2 dozen meds
To take each day,,
Over this I have no say,
Newest toy; seizures grand,
On the floor I often land
Near constant pain makes we cranky
Deppresion is my constant companion
It gets ever closer to;
"All Yea who enter, hope abandon."
And to top it off, chronic insomnia,
Stay awake eight days
Brain turns to oatmeal
I live in a purple haze.
I don't complain,
I don't beat my breast,
In God swearing agony
Whenever he wants to take me
Is more than okay, you see.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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