He couldn't have been <br />more than eleven years old. <br />As innocent as Adam <br />as fiesty as Eve. <br /> <br />Caught me smoking a cigarette <br />and proceeded to ask me <br />why I waste my time <br />with such filth. <br />Why I choose to poison my lungs. <br /> <br />Not wanting to deal with a child <br />I simply told him that I didn't care <br />and thought we'd go our <br />seperate ways. <br /> <br />Upon hearing my response <br />to his question <br />he glared at me as if I were a <br />mentally disturbed person. <br />As if I were sculpting <br />my own tomb. <br /> <br />Tells me, <br />'Not me, I'll never smoke. <br />I'm going to live forever.' <br /> <br />I just laughed <br />quietly to myself. <br /> <br />Cute kid.<br /><br />Raymond Rivera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-hurt-angels/
