Okay, I don't know exactly where to post this since I'm not a noob. However, I thought this was a neat poem that I found. I couldn't find the original writer's name to post along with this. I apologize if it belongs to someone one here but I found it on the web off ECF. I wanted to share it. I found it to be so true.
There was a man who liked to smoke;
"Ill quit some day", he used to joke.
He took them with him where ever he went;
and out of his wallet the money was spent.
He needed them more, so more he would pay;
just to get through the pressure of his day.
Once he was home, it didnt slow down;
he needed a puff and searched all around.
finding them on the table, he gave a deep sigh;
relieved that his brain would soon be on high.
Feeling able to handle things with peace;
he went to lie down to relax and to cease
thinking about stuff that clouded his mind;
drifting to sleep, putting the day behind.
Then waking in the morning, fumble he did;
looking for those cigs, with an open eye-lid.
Finding them not, he yelled aloud;
everyone could hear him, even those in a crowd.
Then clutching his chest, he gave a loud wheeze;
breathing his last, he fell down with a seize.
When they found him, they said he was holding a lighter;
his other hand held, an empty pack even tighter.
What a sad end to his life, what a total disaster;
as cigarettes laughed knowing they were his master.
Stop? he used to ask, flashing a smile that was quick;
"Maybe one day when they start to make me sick.
Dont judge me now, theres no need to get rough;
Im healthy, Im young, I dont even cough".
But the day finally came when he did finally stop;
his heart gave up and to the floor did he drop.
The moral of the story is simply to say;
cigarettes do what they do, they have their own way.
You might think that you have plenty of time to play;
but they cost you a dear price, its your life that you pay.
So don't put it off, don't make yourself wait,
get vaping help before it's too late.
There was a man who liked to smoke;
"Ill quit some day", he used to joke.
He took them with him where ever he went;
and out of his wallet the money was spent.
He needed them more, so more he would pay;
just to get through the pressure of his day.
Once he was home, it didnt slow down;
he needed a puff and searched all around.
finding them on the table, he gave a deep sigh;
relieved that his brain would soon be on high.
Feeling able to handle things with peace;
he went to lie down to relax and to cease
thinking about stuff that clouded his mind;
drifting to sleep, putting the day behind.
Then waking in the morning, fumble he did;
looking for those cigs, with an open eye-lid.
Finding them not, he yelled aloud;
everyone could hear him, even those in a crowd.
Then clutching his chest, he gave a loud wheeze;
breathing his last, he fell down with a seize.
When they found him, they said he was holding a lighter;
his other hand held, an empty pack even tighter.
What a sad end to his life, what a total disaster;
as cigarettes laughed knowing they were his master.
Stop? he used to ask, flashing a smile that was quick;
"Maybe one day when they start to make me sick.
Dont judge me now, theres no need to get rough;
Im healthy, Im young, I dont even cough".
But the day finally came when he did finally stop;
his heart gave up and to the floor did he drop.
The moral of the story is simply to say;
cigarettes do what they do, they have their own way.
You might think that you have plenty of time to play;
but they cost you a dear price, its your life that you pay.
So don't put it off, don't make yourself wait,
get vaping help before it's too late.
