Smoking in Time.

Goldfinch60



Blimey! That takes me back,

Back to those days of old,

Those days when smoking was the norm.

I was there,

Smoking myself to death.

Golden Virginia was my choice,

Rolled into thin cigarette paper,

Enjoyed with coffee

But more enjoyed with a pint,

A pint of fine ale.

How could you have a pint

Without a cigarette as well?

Well today took me back,

Back to those more innocent times

As I saw this man,

This man roll his cigarette

Ready to smoke

As he left the coffee bar.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2019 01:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: I used to smoke but I gave up thirty six years, seven months, three weeks, four days seven hours ago. Not that I am counting of course!
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write Gold. We might forget about smoking, or forget it somewhat, since it was banned from certain places. But it still happens - people outside buildings, smoking/tea breaks, etc.

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes it still happens, I can remember going into offices and not being able to see across the room because of the smoke.

    • Poetic Dan

      Ha ha brilliantly done, I smoke with no shame. I've been going as long as you've stopped, but that I'm counting 😉

      • Goldfinch60

        Good on ya Dan. Keep counting.

      • dusk arising

        Yes me too with the golden virginia rollies and a wee filter tip. Its longer than ten years i quit. I still have some king edward panatellas knocking around but i dare not think about smoking them.
        Have you seen the price of being a smoker now? How can those on benefits afford to smoke...as they do?
        I can recall at age ten, smoking ten gold leaf with my pal. We were so grown up we thought LOL.

        • Goldfinch60

          When I go down and get my morning paper and see people in front of me buying cigarettes and I see the price I think "How Much! HOW MUCH!!"

          On my sixteenth birthday I bought my first pipe and ounce of baccy, I ended up smoking roll ups but still enjoyed the occasional pipe of St Bruno.

        • Suresh

          Hey Gold!, me think we were on the same train, around early '82. YA!, take me back disco dancing, single malt and cigs or anything else and cigs
          Stumble out of bed, first pick up cig and what not.
          Now I can smell it a mile away and my English has improved

          • Goldfinch60

            Thanks Suresh. Yes those were the days, mind you the single malt is still with me.

            Yes out of bed and the first cigarette of the day came before anything else, I still reckon that even after all these years if I had a cigarette I would be smoking once more, mind you I would need to take out a mortgage to pay for them.
            As ever I am totally bi-lingual, I speak English and Rubbish.

            • Suresh

              I find the only way to quit is go cold-turkey, which is what I did.
              By the what dialect I'd Rubbish - Gibberish!

              • Goldfinch60

                Yes I did the same, mind you my coffee intake increased quite dramatically.
                Gibberish is one of the more eloquent forms of the Rubbish that I speak.

              • Michael Edwards

                I've never smoked and not a big drinker but I do like a G&T or a glass of red - fine write Andy.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Michael, I am not a big drinker but I do like good wine, malt whisky and a good pint of ale when I do have a drink.



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