Her Smoking

I was thinking about my nieces smoking habit.

Smoke fills the air,

Black lungs, I dare.

Deep breaths, turn shallow.

I wallow, each swallow.

White smoke, yellow teeth.

Smoke rings, I bequeath.

Venture outside, in rain,

Soaking wet, once again.

Nothing stops me, not even snow,

thoughts abound, letting go.

White stick, key to death

Even more short of breath.

We cried, she died.

Cancer sticks, her suicide.

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Theories paraded as facts although not proven true
Seem to have convinced you Smokers are bound to die
Smoker die that much is true but non smokers will die too
Why must the anti smokers try and do not hesitate to lie.
To convince the rest of us that they know best
Why can they let the matter rest there
I have passed three score years and ten
and I still smoke but I confidently declare
That I am fitter than much younger men
who do not smoke.I treat the whole thing as joke.
I can recall as others do when doctors would advise you to
smoke to curb your appetite help you relax and be at ease.
So this advice I offer you smoke or not as you choose to
It matters not you will still die when your time comes the same as I