The Smoker

Sometimos the big world vexca mo, Sometimos dull care pcrplexes ine; Sometimos on the sea of life 8uch storms sround me cluster, And roar aiul ravu and bluster, I ( i-m to sink in the strifc. No matter! There's a'waya truco In ihe heat of the wildest war; it least I clreatu or tliink so, As I ei;;oke mj lirst clgar. Bornctlmcs when nothlng nlls mq Except that the money fails me, I envy the rich in their prlda; Though thcir only obvioua merlt Is the gold that thcy inherit And couldn't carn if they trlod; But quietly after dlnner I Imnish such thoughts afar, What do I care for Fortune As I gmokc my Bccoad clgart Bometlracs, in the heartless city I thiuk it a bhame and plty That cash and virtue are ouo; That to Bwludle foi shillioga seotns awful, Whlle to pluuUcr (ormffllont is luwful, If ouly 8uccessfully douo. i5ut why should I mend lts moráis, (Jr cali the world to my bar) ['ve dlned, and I wish to be qulct - I'U suioke my thlrd clgar I