Poetry and cigarettes

May save your soul,

Or what once

Someone told me

Before I grew old,

And scotch and women?

It’s all the same,

For these four things

Shall keep you quite sane

But now that I’m older

And wiser for wear

I know it’s only love

That keeps our souls here.

For words

Might be wisdom

And the words may be true

But love is more

Beautiful and

Far wiser than you

(shall ever ever be)

~ R.M.