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I read the warnings on the pack,

thought, "they've not done me any harm".

Dismissed them as I struck the match,

saw no good reason for alarm.

My doctor cautioned, "best to quit,"

but on his desk an ashtray sat.

He'd done his duty as he should.

I walked away and that was that.



A documentary on T.V.

put quite a good case, I confessed.

"Rot!" the tobacco expert said.

I chose to think that he knew best.

"We've got to die sometime, "I joked,

I'll just enjoy it while I'm here".

Alone in the night I ponder it.

Alone in the night with pain and fear.



Pain is the focus of my day,

a cruel raider's gained control.

Four hour Morphine's an hour away;

feels more like eight since my last dole.

My family watch me, pain's their's too.

They don't say much, but I can see.

By Friday there will be no pain....

but, then again,there won't be me!