Night shift, clock ticking, ticking, ticking…
My life ending seconds at a time
Then the smokers rise to feed their addiction
A return to consciousness, I spring to my feet
Fresh air overflowing with carcinogens
Poisons inhaled, the price paid for camaraderie
Fifteen minutes of stimulating conversation
Veterans reminiscing; fish tales and war stories
Reviving me from my mid shift coma
Entranced I hang on every word
Taking history into my being
Hungrily absorbing their words
Cigarettes shrinking, light flickering, flame extinguished
Along with that sparkle in my eye
As I return to my nighttime slumber
Great times were had second hand smoking

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