Old man

The old man sat across the chest,
Whistling and blowing on that same cigarette,

He sat as the room fill with nicotine clouds,
And sternly watched the ashes float down,

He gazed in to his eyes and whispered:
"we've reached that six foot high"
"Now it's time to take that six foot dive"

So the old man sat back and closed his eyes,
And his spirit went straight up to cloud nine.