trash

Time to reflect 

Some people call it a way to unwind 

I can it sitting on my own behind. 

Listening to birds as they fly through the sky 

Waiting for night time and bats to fly by. 

When all of the cigarette turns into ash 

It is time to go put that old butt in the trash.  

One butt goes up as another goes down 

Looks like the drops of the tears of a clown. 

So I just sit with no cigs and no drink 

Sit here and wonder what else I can think.