He was 72, with so much more life to live.
Five foot – ten, and never over 176.
Healthy except for a bad back and leg.
Loved to swim, but soreness overcame.
He smoked, and when the pain was bad,
he smoked more than a pack a day.
He wasn’t here to walk me down the aisle;
He missed so much that day and more,
A massive coronary took him from us,
Suddenly and without warning.
Now I am sad when I hear of loved ones
Who still smoke. I want to take them
By their arms, shake them, let them see
The tears in my eyes when I plead.
I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t smoke.