George Gordon McCrae
Life’s A Cigar - Poem by George Gordon McCrae
‘Life’s a cigar’: the wasting body glows;
The head turns white as Kosciusko’s snows;
And, with the last soul-fragrance still in air,
The ashes slowly sink in soft repose.
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