They tell you to quit smoking;

everyone knows they're not joking.

And so with all your gusto;

you pursue the best punctilio.

You ask them to cut you some slack;

irritablilty rears its head, please, no flak.

Withdrawal symptoms you can hardly bear;

now you're ready to pull out your doggone hair.

Don't get mad, get really glad;

no need to become hopelessly sad.

You're doing your best, that should suffice;

why should your feelings be put on ice?

Not a one ever justifies the habit;

those who want to help, be considerate.

Some start out by keeping it outside;

will they receive support, stay the tide?

Oh how stupid those smokers are;

the smell, the smoke, they get the scar.

And yet God loves each one of them;

you and me too, let us not contemn.

It all boils down to this you see;

to show unconditional love and mercy.

If a quitter backslides, offer gentle support;

never let that necessary support group abort.