Why can't I?

I quit smoking after many years

Two packs a day, stained fingers and lungs.

I quit and it was tortuous

But I did it and never smoked again.

I spent eight months in a wheel chair

And doctors said, “Get used to it.”

But I put it away and used a walker and cane

Until now I walk as well as ever.

I was a compulsive traveler, no horizon unseen

Curiosity my only guide

Until I found a home for my heart and hopes

And now I explore photos and memories.

I disciplined me to master myself

Never a slave to habit or whim

So tell me so that my doubts can be cured,

Why can’t I forget you?

Reviews

[Frieda P]

We come at you like a speeding bullet straight for the heart and we're much tougher than nicotine. Nice to see you back, and good to read you again Doc!

[DrD]

Thanks, Frieda. I've really missed all of you. They tell me maybe I can wind things up and be home by August. Six months on the road is more than I ever care to do again.