A reason to quit

They come in packs,Light it up, and it'll relaxyou feel the air go in deepblow alittle out and some you keep.A rushing feeling both to the lungs and the brainthe body goes nutz inside but you feel no pain.Not yet atleast cause i'm still young,it won't happen to me, not my lungs or tongue.So why should i stop? The government says i shouldbut it relieves all the stress, the feeling is so good.I think all this as i light up another one,Feeling the rush untill it burns down and i'm doneCrush it out, feeling satisfied i can relax and sit backthen i think, somewhere right now someones having a heart-attack.Somewhere theres a child no more than four or fivevery ill and everyday wakes up thankful he's alive.A mother is worrying and scared for her son,thinking..he's only five..what could he have done?To have an illness, a cancer that killsNothing is working, not the Doctors or their pills.Here i am, i just finished a smokeand someone's dying..swallowed some food and started to chokeI think i should be greatful for that fact that i'm herepeople are dying and i don't have a care or fear.I'm pretty lucky though stupid in a wayI have good health, and am smoking it awayI suddenly don't want that drag, not even a biti think since i'm ahead of the game i'll try to quit.Cause there's too many people, that are not so well offand here i sit with out even a coughSo maybe i should be grateful, happy to be aliveinstead of killing myself slowly...when others are fighting just to surviveI'm new at this and i am not too sure if people can understand what's I'm trying to say at times...so basically i wrote this cause it shows that we have too many dangerous things we do constantly that we don't have to.. and risk the safety and health of ourselves when some people don't do any of those things and they have horrible illnesses and things...i don't know I'm not trying to tell anyone to quit either lol...or anything cause i do alot of the bad things too.. i just wanted to write this poem i guess cause i thought it meant something. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 26 2001 05:10 PM PST   0 • 9