The Smell Of Cigar Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Where has life taken you,
and was it quite far?
Were you able to reach
and find your own star?

What were your passions,
your yearnings;
did you quench youthful burnings,
drink deeply of life;
perhaps light a cigar?

Now forever captured
in an old adventurer’s story,
that no longer stirs the soul;
or beckons to lofty goals
you are reduced to these musings;
with all that you were
now held in a jar,
of stale memories
and mementos,
and the faint smell of cigars.