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Why?
A Poem by Keith Smith
Why do smokers have to draw
Upon a thing that makes throats raw
Why get the urge to have a smoke
On something that in time may choke
Our lungs and stunt the way we grow
I wish that I did truly know
The answer to what seems to be
The reasons have eluded me
Since my first smoke when just a lad
Through married life becoming dad
A granddad now proud to say
My family’s never gone my way
Of smoking cigs or felt the need
On fortunes burned so I may feed
The overpowering urge, nay lust
To turn my lungs and veins to dust
The cravings for to smoke so strong
And now I know it to be so wrong
Because through smoking we may die
And leave our kin to wonder why?
Poem by Keith Smith
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