May I Have It Once, Daddy? Poem by Tanya Roy

On a wonderful morning,
with a bright sun shining.
Sitting in my balcony,
in agony,
searching the newspaper;
inside the hidden cluster.
For some intresting news,
which might have been, in dues.
A sense of being sincere
was, in my mind, adhere.

Like a nightmare,
my four year old daughter, Clare
asked ''May I have it once, Daddy? ''
For me it was too shabby.
It drew my attention, twice,
her so called acrid voice.
Her eyes peeping into mine,
seemed that time, divine,
was asking for my Cigar,
which, I used to have,
though, being a Vicar.

I, who was earlier an acquit,
now filled with guilt.
My addiction atavastic,
to which I was stick.
Ashamed I felt,
and soon, noisome I smelt.
Which, coming out from Cigar
of mine; An insane Vicar.

Decided I, a mystic
being a mystique,
for my old addiction to mutate
and avoid life from being complicate.
In a moment or a bit more,
Cigar was in dustbin,
And my daughter of four
playing with her toy, Goblin.