A cigarette will soothe away <br />the stress and troubles of the day. <br />That’s what the doctors used to say. <br />When I was young <br /> <br />When feel down and skies are grey <br />a smoke will drive the blues away. <br />That’s what the doctors used to say. <br />When I was young. <br /> <br />A smoke will help you work and play <br />and do no harm in any way <br />That’s what the doctors used to say. <br />When I was young. <br /> <br />New fads and fancies come along. <br />Without admitting they were wrong. <br />The doctors sing a different song. <br />Now I am old. <br /> <br />If they were wrong why should we <br />believe their latest theory. <br />The doctors sing a different song. <br />Now I am old. <br /> <br />Smokers die younger so they say <br />younger than who I ask today. <br />The doctors sing a different song. <br />Now I am old. <br /> <br />I have smoked since I was ten, <br />part of my daily regimen. <br />The doctors sing a different song. <br />Now I am old. <br /> <br />Presumably I should be dead. <br />If I believed the lies we’re fed <br />The doctors sing a different song. <br />Now I am old. <br /> <br />The choice is yours to quit or smoke. <br />Myself I treat it as a joke. <br />The song the doctors sing today. <br />I am quite old <br /> <br />Both smokers and non smokers die <br />which I accept I don’t ask why <br />Despite the song the doctors sing. <br />I’m still smoking. <br /> <br /> <br />(7-Aug-07)<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-smoking-a-rant/
