FUNERAL IN SMOKES

Saying Goodbye my dearest mate;
Its hard to taste this sorrow of your fate,
This final dance on this final date,
Remembering the old times of debate.

How I knew you would comfort me so,
How I felt your warmth in the horrid snow,
How you would accompany me for a drink,
How you would help me ponder and think.

Its truly sad my lover, my friend;
You've been with me through thick and thin.

I wish to let you know,
You've been there when I was alone,
You were there with me late after work,
You were like the only thing that never let go.

I know you made me many friends,
Even though you never got along with all of them.
Some time I even noticed the stranger's stares.
But I thank you dear for those frustrating days,
For that silence on those far away stays.

And today I choose to kill it all,
End your mesmerizing bind on me,
And choose to throw you in the tarred towel,
I surely will miss thee…

Oh wretched killer of man,
Or the sinful curiosity of a teen,
No matter what they call you,
You've been good to me,

But I don't intend to be devoured like the very rest.

Its time to quit, no looking back,
Fair well my white smoke and golden butt,

Fair well my cigarette!

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Amin