lighting up a cigarette
feels really great
taking its small puff
is living happily, enough?
the ash is falling
and so do we
the smoke is rising
and that's what we aim to be
the cigarette burns it deep
and so we've to perceive
to have a successful reap
for smoky appreciation we'll receive
the first puff could be choking
but do we quit smoking?
alike failures are the stepping stone
arise, no one will pamper you're all alone
burn out like a cigarette
to achieve something great
fall like ash, rise like smoke
learn it from cigarette dear folk
don't panic if something goes wrong
have patience and stay strong
after all a cigarette is finally thrown
as we die our body/story is sown...
A smoker can relate to
And a person can relate too
but a poet/writer can relate the two!