Treasure Island

George Gordon McCrae

(9 May 1833 – 15 August 1927 / Leith, Scotland)

Life’s a Cigar


‘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.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

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