Poem- “Smoking”

“Smoking”

(Young people smoking in an anti-drug commercial.)

Smoking isn’t just done by young people.

That’s a stereotype, and, it’s a kind of lying.

How do we know if all parents don’t smoke?

Casinos in various parts of the country let elders puff up a cloud.

Generations have passed, generations keep passing on.

What TV commercials show us may be prejudiced illusions.

You’ll see an entire anti-smoking ad and not one single adult will smoke in it.

People of youth are being given the image of danger to honest parents.

Never mind that some old people smoke, too.

We must remember that smoking has been around for centuries.

In 1600’s Virginia tobacco was called “the stinking weed”.

Humans pull weeds from their garden and decide what’s leftover.

Different names are recited, various plants get their labels.

And, we get a breath of fresh air which could kill us.

Everybody is young compared to the prolonged moments lasting forever.

Life just goes by.

Romance involves shades of grey that can destroy the very love.

Our state of mind can seem to be everywhere- sun, moon, stars.

Clouds go passing by during the pouring rain of acid we may not feel.

Sickness stays with us in our dreams.

Usually we find guys receiving certain kinds of barriers for stimulation.

There’s something about the walls in front of us: paint without touch.

General flow in traffic wakes us up in the afternoon too soon.

Men can grow so old that they feel young again from having forgotten youth.

Young guys may feel lucky inside.

Experiences with drugs can poison attention when the mind could only happen.

Ideas only come to us; lack of notice is mostly the extreme common good.

Feeling good can invite bad notices from within and from without.

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