You say it unwinds you, relieves all your stress.
I say it stinks, makes you look like a mess.
You say it helps you enjoy a big meal,
but you never stop to think how I feel.
It scares me to see you gasping for air,
after walking one block, or taking the stairs.
I think of your lungs, once pink and now black,
and your teeth are discolored with tar and with plaque.
It breaks my heart so when you cough, wheeze and choke.
I love you so much. Please try not to smoke.
Got this at Smoke Signals.org