There's not a lot of joy in life
When our lungs get full of junk
The coughing and the wheezing
And the living like a monk
No longer doing many things
That once we used to do
With appointments and procedures
All mostly overdue
But we enjoy some little things
Which well folk never do
Which gives us some advantage
The likes of me and you
After all the huff and puffing
Of which we don't complain
We cough up what we don't want
Then...........watch it slither down the drain ๐