Smoker

Full of soot and black with tar,
I coughed in vain for chest to clear;
At least my lungs had got this far
Despite my years of toxic air.

But Smokers’ Lounge was home to me,
Where fellow addicts puff with joy:
Our pipes in hand, all friends are we,
‘Let’s fine cigars now share, my boy! ’

‘So gasp away! ’ my motto cries,
‘And light another cigarette
Before a further smoker dies,
Which happens often – you can bet! ’