I'm not smoking, I'm just carrying a very small torch. I
took it up right when you gave me a ring, quite a small one
but grand! we both thought. Give or take
four more and, by the time I am though
with the added tax on every pack, beginning in April
then on 'til I quit, I am sure I'll have paid twice over
for it, and more. But it isn't for you,
that I go through the world like this. Shed my
light, passersby incensed,
And it isn't for you,
this world's smallest torch. Oh it's you
that I carry it for, I admit, but
it's more on behalf of my very last breath, and
the sake of enjoying my way to it
that I light this torch, and I hold it high
as if lost in the mist of its heavenly scent, or
what passes for it.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years. Try the RANDOM button to sample the sometimes surprising breadth of quality (and in several Novembers, breathtaking quantity as well), or click the "ANY GOOD" label* for those poems labeled with it. On any poem, old or new, feel free to offer your remarkable insight or critical acumen.
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