Cigaregrets Poem by Ray Hansell

Looking for hope
Where there appears to be none
Fighting a battle
That can't be one

Don't give up
Is often said
Terrible things
That people dread

Fight the good fight
I hear every day
These words are spoken
When people aren't sure what to say

There's always tomorrow
But not for all
Those very sick
Could quite possibly fall

Hang in there is another phrase
I hear way too much
I think people say that
When they've been out of touch

How about keep your chin up
Or, turn the other cheek
People who say this
I feel are very meek

Stand up and fight
Just don't give in
Nobody knows but you
Exactly were you have been

Well, maybe somebody
Who's terminally ill
No longer has strength
Has even less of a will

Well, maybe a long time ago
They have all but given hope
Maybe what they want more then ever
Is just to have that one last smoke

After all in looking back
That's what put you in this mess
How much longer you have
That could be anyone's guess


12-26-18/RjH