Life’s A Cigar Poem by George Gordon McCrae

Life’s A Cigar

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‘Life’s a cigar’: the wasting body glows;
The head turns white as Kosciusko’s snows;
And, with the last soul-fragrance still in air,
The ashes slowly sink in soft repose.

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