Smoking a cigarette at the age of 18,
I thought I had enjoyed everything.
But today I want to live,
For all the things that I have missed,
For all the coffee cups yet to be kissed,
For all the books that I haven't read,
For all the tears that I haven't shed,
For all the night outs that I wasn't allowed,
And for all the parties that I missed out
Now at the age of 28 as I lie on the hospital bed,
Doctors say I have only few months left.
Took a long puff of my last cigarette,
As now I lie on the bed of regret.
The last one, because I won't be there to smoke anymore.
But though counted are my days ,I want to live it some more.
All I can do is lie on my death bed and tell my friends that life is a one time gift,
Don't live it with regret.
And how much I wish more days for self
If not then to rewind the time where I first held a pack of cigarette and replace it with a pen. “How much I wish for more days for self.”, I cried.
“If not, then to be able to rewind the time to when I first held a cigarette and replace it with a pen, instead." -Aisha J.