When life went up in smoke and dope, Till I hit my death bed, I never did lose hope I started smoking at the age of seven, Felt as if I was at the gates of heaven. Years passed by, I became a teenager Smoke was my best pal, my only friend in a wager. Years kept passing by, I completed the journey from a teenager to man Smoke was what I breathed, ate and slept, my only buddy and my only fan Late one night, I spurted blood Thought that this was a stream, waiting was the flood I was hospitalized, diagnosed with cancer, the dreaded disease My lungs had shriveled like a blown out balloon, life was about to cease Life was my mistress, smoke my wife I realized that I had made the wrong choice. Smoke kills more than bullets, yet we smoke At the balloon called life, we continue to poke When life went up in smoke and dope After this,there can never be hope
this is possibly a streak u have it in u of choosing sensitive, meaningful and deep themes and writing down a poem on it with relative ease. take this compliment of mine for all ur poems coz i dont wanna give the same feedback for all of em hmm..nice poem hope we see some people heading to Nicotine Anonymous..lol
Its good...but I found it to be all so common..smoking-->fun at first--->cancer--->regrets--->enlightenment... There even used to be an ad when I was young which showed this very theme (in public interest)..maybe thats why I found it to be predictible.. The topic was a bit serious and so I'd prefer if you'd been a bit more expressive.. Forgive me for being all so negative about your work.... On a positive note,I did find the rhymes amusingly good.
