I've smoked my last cigarette <br />I started way too young <br />Had my first at the age of twelve <br />Flakes of tobacco left on my tongue <br /> <br />I didn't even inhale at first <br />I did it as a dare <br />Stole a Woodbine* off my friends dad <br />Which four of us had to share <br /> <br />I remember that first retching cough <br />It almost made me sick <br />The others laughed, they were old hands <br />I was dizzy and my head felt thick <br /> <br />A few years past before my second <br />Behind the bike sheds at my school <br />I still didn't like it very much <br />But younger kids thought I was cool <br /> <br />The third was in my army days <br />By then I thought it was super <br />I suppose that's really quite ironic <br />As now they say I smoke like a trooper <br /> <br />The time I always smoked the most was <br />When out drinking with my mates <br />But I would always cut right down <br />When going with girls out on dates <br /> <br />But if they offer me one now <br />No will always be my answer <br />What brought about this change of heart <br />Was when my Father died of cancer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />*Woodbine was a cigarette without a filter<br /><br />NIGEL SANDERS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-smoked-my-last-cigarette/
