Tom Bell Poet Bio

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.

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