The Prognosis
Posted: 29 Dec 2015, 11:54
No cure, they say.
Easier to die in this way -
Quit smoking now and it will be paltry.
Now or later, the toll beckons me.
Finding the reasons to remain
I sway between hope and insane.
Years hooked up to a machine
My demise yet remains to be seen.
Let me live while I can
Allow the smoke to sift through the sand.
And as I breathe my final in strife
Hold my hand and celebrate my life.
By: D. Dorothy
Easier to die in this way -
Quit smoking now and it will be paltry.
Now or later, the toll beckons me.
Finding the reasons to remain
I sway between hope and insane.
Years hooked up to a machine
My demise yet remains to be seen.
Let me live while I can
Allow the smoke to sift through the sand.
And as I breathe my final in strife
Hold my hand and celebrate my life.
By: D. Dorothy