Futures Being Spent
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Sitting across the way from a cigar lounge, two gentlemen
sitting outside of it, one in a suit, much younger than
the other who's wearing jeans and a tee shirt.
Both talking, puffing on their cigars, sipping coffee and
gesturing with their hands, trying to get their points a-
cross to one another.
All I can think of while watching them is what they're
doing to their lungs and bodies, thinking their futures
will be spent in hospitals, going to doctors and getting
breathing treatments.
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