25 years

My dear old grandpa once confessed to me
He'd given up those evil cigarettes you see
25 years had passed on by but still occasionally
He felt that craving: felt that terrible urge to smoke
Yes even after all of those 25 years he still felt
Like he wanted to light up one of those fags
Yes he really felt like he could take a drag
Of that disgusting cigarette: gone for years & yet
That terrible yearning still remained: still regained
Took hold: made him feel cold & addicted still
To that evil drug: yes he felt that impossible tug
To light up even though he'd resisted: it persisted
Filling him with such shame to admit it: he regretted it
But it: that nasty cigarette: still loomed large in his mind
Ready to make its unholy return: to burn in his lungs
Just like it used to do: all those many long years ago!