The Smell of Toasted Bread
I don’t take illegal drugs
As illegal drugs are for mugs.
I’ve stopped smoking cigarettes
And rarely place gambling bets.
Since I quit alcoholic drink
I’ve been feeling in the pink.
I get my highs from simple things
My modest way of life brings
Like when something pleases my eye
I often get a natural high.
Or when I hear music in my ears
That moves me to joyful tears.
Or even the smell of toasted bread
Often goes straight to my head.
Or the taste of my morning tea
With some caffeine stimulating me,
But, my greatest high could be in the touch
Of someone I love very much!
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Courtesy: Jim Wilson: Aberdeen, Scotland
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