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The Procrastinating Smoker

There was a man who liked to smoke; 'I’ll quit some day', he used to joke.

He took them with him where ever he went; and out of his wallet the money was spent.

He needed them more and so more he would pay; just to get through his pressure filled day.

Once he was home, it didn’t slow down; he needed a puff and searched all around.

Finding them on the table, he gave a deep sigh; relieved that his brain would soon be on high.

Feeling able to handle almost all things with peace; he went to lie down to relax and to cease

thinking about the stuff that clouded his mind; drifting to sleep, putting the day behind.

Then waking in the morn, fumble he did; looking for those cigs, with an open eye-lid.

Finding them not, he yelled aloud; everyone could hear him, even those in a crowd.

Then clutching his chest, he gave a loud wheeze; breathing his last, he fell down with a seize.

When they found him, they said he was holding a lighter; his other hand held, an empty pack even tighter.

What a sad end, what a total disaster; as cigarettes laughed knowing they were his master.

“Stop? ” he used to ask, flashing a smile that was quick; 'Maybe one day when they start to make me sick.

Don’t judge me now, there’s no need to get rough; I’m healthy, I’m young, I don’t even cough'.

But that day finally came when he did finally stop; his heart gave up and to the floor did he drop.

The moral of the story is simply to say; cigarettes do what they do, they have their own way.

You might think that you have, plenty of time to play; but they cost you a dear price, it’s your life that you pay.

So don't put it off, don't make yourself wait, get some help, before it's too late.

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