The Temptation

Naive was I

To think I could fly high.

Was I a bloke

To be lured by a smoke?

Succumbed I to the temptation

A deep deeper inhalation,

It was nicotine all the way

My fingers nor my mind did sway.

An everyday task it became

With just me but no one to blame.

A difference in my breathing

Lack of it had me seething

One look in the mirror

Made me shriek in horror!

A youthful face turned grotesque

Could I stop the habit in a brusque

Nay, for trapped was I

With my lips crying a sigh!