Would you STOP to think? Would you learn of these things?
Does it bring you more harm than the fling?
It might be a sad story,
Could have been a trajedy,
Once you got it near,
You would continue year by year!
Out in the open you will see,
It's stench that mixes the breeze,
The taste may not be sour,
But it will still pass the hour!
Warning signs sticking on walls,
Who'd take heed to them all,
It is but a yearning cry,
No matter how many you try!
Smokes continue to be around,
Not easily gone than found,
It is yours to behave,
An inspiration you engage!
Every stick you touch,
It is all in the puffs,
This blow of smoke,
Could kill with a stroke!
It may seem like an eternity,
Much more than a trinity,
It is hard to be forsaken
It's value has been mistaken!
How would one to know,
Every smoke that you blow,
When would you realize,
The smoke that gets in your eyes!
Would you stop to think,
Is this a harmful fling,
Would you care to believe,
The quitting might be a relief!
