IT WAS'NT THE COFFIN

60 a day ,her money would pay
to have that one more smoke
she would sit beside the fireplace
and cough,splutter and choke

her children begged her to give up
"too old now", was all she said,
"now let me sit and enjoy my puff",
"GO,off with you to bed" !

she sat each day and night in daze
smoking through a cloudy haze
her finger's stained with nicotine 
the worst wrinkle's the world has seen

one night she took a fit so bad
the phlegm and spit drove her mad
a last long breath she did inhale
that turned her face a deadly pale

60 a day,to go that way
at the end she had nothing
it was'nt the coffin that carried her off
it was the COUGHING!