While I'm glad that I'm cold sober,
I'm smoking way too much,
So that's why I'll join Stoptober,
In fact, I mustn't budge!
With firm resolve till on the mend,
The days will soon pass by,
Smoke free, defiant to the end,
All I must do is try...
I've been a smoker way too long,
I've seen them take their toll,
Yet all the while they did me wrong,
I simply lost control...
From five to ten, then more and more,
But just for habit's sake,
I was a sucker, that's for sure,
As all they did was take...
And, man, each packet costs a lot,
Just think how much I'll save
And I'll improve what health I've got,
Denying what I crave...
If I stay strong instead of weak,
My future looks sublime,
The future me, that's what I seek,
The better me in time!
Denis Martindale, copyright September 2014.
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