No Smoking Page 2 Poem by Deborah Cromer

You must know and accept in your heart that there is reason to live
I want time with you, quality time, for this life has so much to give
No tubes attached to oxygen tanks into your nose to carry around
Pumping and hissing, making a loud, unnatural sound
No coughing, hacking, chest pains or thick lung cells spit up dead
No hospital, pain or regrets, no lung cancer alive on your death bed
Quality time, fresh air, clean breathing and yes long, warm, kisses
The long, difficult aim that fires, shoots and never misses
A body alive is a beautiful thing, it is a gift from God above
Take care of yourself, your body is a temple living for love
Cigarettes kill, smoke inhaled kills cells, turning lungs black
Shortening your beautiful time, suicide administered pack by pack
Smoking damages the inner lining of your lungs, breathing for life
As sharp and deadly as the stabbing, ripping murderous knife
The body is a unit whole, working for your spirit to live and thrive
I am sorry to say all this, but I do want you and I need you alive
It is your battle now, you make the decision, you rule the laws
I do not want your days numbered by the drawing of straws
Truly born selfish, I want you and need you in my days
Greedy and spoiled, always and forever, this is not just a phase
Come to me, join with me, be my future, be mine
You tempt death by smoking, to cigarettes you offer your life-line
I do not see myself watching you kill yourself, or seeing you die
I cannot visit your grave or watch your ashes fly