Abstract Grills Of Life - Poem by bonifacio alba
Addiction to vice is a prison –
Cell not seen by naked eye
Will incarcerate the being
Of the unfortunate soul.
Vices like smoking and others
Has victimized many people
Not only giving more expenses
But bad to the health as well.
Every stick of cigarette smoked
Eat up slowly one’s life
By three minutes every stick
But why still indulge to it?
Go ahead and lit the cigar
To slowly destroy the body
And the only precious life
Will depart forever to eternity.
Add liquor and be alcoholic...
Combined this to chin smoking
Will affect the health and mind
To a distress and bad direction.
Do you have a vision in life...
And now chained with addiction
Go out from the abstract cell
And look forward for a new day.
The LORD is our Hope and Rescue -
And will lift up from our problems
Come to him and seek refuge –
Feel the healing you needed most.
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