All hail the non-smoker
Blessed is he, himself,
Upon all others,
Blessed is the house
Where all ends are present,
For it does tell the future.
Forget the tales, parables
Of our fathers,
Our morals are our own.
I am not my brother,
Nor is he me,
To compare
Is to deprive.
Travis Flannigan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-hail-the-non-smoker/
