Tried kicking the habit from the begin
A bad habit to start at age ten
Sucking it up and inhaling
Was the beginning of the unveiling.
The smell in my pores and stink of my hair
Told the world that I'm a person of flair
Beggars gathered, to grab a free smoke
You smoke them, You buy them, was my big joke.
The coughing and hacking all night in bed
Was definitly the way of waking the dead.
A few months of trying to do without,
Saved me from the cold. I now don't go out.
Money being saved, It's hard to believe
I'm also learning I can finally breath
A puff here and there makes my head spin.
Can this bad habit be the final end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem