I am a Smoker too

 To cigarette,

I do not enjoy the pleasure of holding you nimbly between my fingers,
But where ever I go your presence lingers.
I long neither for a blissful drag nor for your puffy rings,
But I cringe whenever  the breeze it brings.
I wish not for lungs with coal and tar,
But there is none whom your presence can mar.
I know you burn yourself too,
But why should I when there is better work to do.
I bear not to see your damage it cause,
But.when I think it could be me, I pause.
I know you warn everyone,
But a pity, it is ignored without pun.
I have friends who can give me their lives,
But, you are there as a two edged knife.
I can put my best to save them from you,
But I'm not sure how far it can be true.
I realize the ill effects your company it brings,
But an alarm bell in mind it now rings.
I thought I'll be safe if I spare the puff,
But alas I have failed with a big huff.
I felt you killed the smoker without clemency,
But now I realize you give the bystander no leniency.
I need to hurry I have many a work to do,

But I can never  be sure of completion cause I am a smoker too.

Yours truly
Passive smoker.