'' Doesn't Time Fly '' Poem by Bri Mar

I've drank and smoked,
All my life,
At times I've choked,
Yes, suffered strife.
This is unprovoked,
It cut's like a knife,
They're saying, I'm going to die.

I like a drink,
Whisky and beer,
It's a survival link,
It brings good cheer,
I'm beginning to think,
Are they still here?
My pleasures they will not deny.

A strong cigarette,
Gives me pleasure,
They say it's a threat,
It's not my treasure,
My mind is set,
Life you can't measure,
I totally refuse to comply.

Those diesel fumes,
I've breathed in,
Petrol filled rooms,
A large oily bin,
Gas fired plumes,
You just cannot win,
I'm an easy going guy.

The warnings were there,
I ignored them all,
Yes, I'm totally aware,
The end you can stall,
But I never did care,
We all take that fall,
My views you mustn't decry.

If I'd changed my ways,
I'd still be alive,
Though hindsight sways,
It won't help you thrive?
At the end of my days,
I'm one hundred and five,
I'd say,

‘' Doesn't Time Fly ‘'