Matthias Geraci

This is a poem by my dad. It is really old, but his stuff comes from the heart and he never writes it down! So I am doing this for him to get a little recognition. Tell me what ya think!

Epitaph of a Foolish Man

When I was just a lad of 13, my so called friends turned me on to tar and nicotine.
I gagged, I choked, I knew that first cigarette was trying to tell me, I’d live to regret the day I started to smoke.
Like the fool that I am I wouldn’t listen to my mom and dad.
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