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| Struggle of Addiction You have heard the story a thousand times, On television, in music, and in rhymes, Of how smoking is crazy and is bad for you, That it leads to cancer and other things too, But this is my story, that I must now tell, Of my struggle to free myself this nicotine hell, Like many before me I smoked to be cool, Cause everyone else was, in my little friend pool, And now here I am, so many years gone by, Asking myself “Why? You fool! Why?” I can’t count the times I had said I would quit, Knowing all the while I was hooked on the shit, I’ve given it up time and time again, Yet always returned to that stick in the end, It hurts when I laugh at a really good joke, And reminds me to light up yet another smoke, My lungs may be, as black as coal, Though I’m killing myself, Lord save my soul, I do not believe that I am not smart, For I truly regret this habit and its start, What legacy have I taught to my child? And will they smoke, drink, and run wild, I am caught in a tobacco hell, May my children not be doomed as well, I know it is hard to learn from another’s mistakes, But I beg you “don’t start a habit you cannot break”. My struggle continues, probably till the day I die, For freedom of addiction, and in my heart I cry… Author: Keith Ball Written: 09-09-03 |
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