Cigaregrets

R Ray Hansell
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Looking for hope Where there appears to be none Fighting a battle That can't be one Don't give up Is often said Terrible things That people dread Fight the good fight I hear every day These words are spoken When people aren't sure what to say There's always tomorrow But not for all Those very sick Could quite possibly fall Hang in there is another phrase I hear way too much I think people say that When they've been out of touch How about keep your chin up Or, turn the other cheek People who say this I feel are very meek Stand up and fight Just don't give in Nobody knows but you Exactly were you have been Well, maybe somebody Who's terminally ill No longer has strength Has even less of a will Well, maybe a long time ago They have all but given hope Maybe what they want more then ever Is just to have that one last smoke After all in looking back That's what put you in this mess How much longer you have That could be anyone's guess 12-26-18/RjH

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