"Please Try"

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

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