By

Beenie Donaldson

Smoke in the air

Lying on a bed

Frail and thin

Hoarse whisper

How much time left?

A few months

No more

Drags on a cigarette

Nothing left to loose

Kemo? No.

Give me a month or two more

Not worth the trouble

I’ve lived my life

I’m at peace with myself

I have no regrets

How many can say that

In the end?

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