Cigarette Break

Only started work an hour ago and already I want one,
I'll sneak off outside and enjoy it in the morning sun.
The world slows down as I take the first drag,
I'm just an observer while I'm smoking a fag.
As I sit there, only moving to raise my hand to my lips,
I see a man burn his tongue on the hot coffee he sips.
Cant help but smile, especially with the look on his face,
As my attention is drawn to a couples embrace.
The tear in her eye tells me he's leaving,
His comforting hug says he'll be back so there is no need for grieving.
As the smoke swirls around my lungs,
A coach pulls up and its packed full of nuns.
Are they on business or do they seek sun, sea and sand,
Clearly they're not heading for Bangkok or Amsterdam.
Looking around at the different cultures and races,
All with different emotions on their faces.
Children all happy and excited,
Couples saddened at being divided.
A father seeing off his daughter with a lump in his throat,
I see it all as I sit here and smoke.
Someone's low is anothers high,
All begining as they say goodbye.
So much joy mixed misery and pain,
Just because someone's getting on a plane.
With my last few puffs I watch the world pass by,
Most of these people will be touching the sky.
I blow a smoke ring all perfect and round,
I'll still be here with my feet firmly on the ground.
You cant smoke when you are up amongst the clouds,
I'll stay down here and smoke where I'm allowed.
I take one last drag before putting it out,
The long exhale is what its all about.
A look at the time tells me I've only been gone five minutes,
Doubt my brief slip out has even been noticed.
One last look at the people and how they are with each other,
Cant help but wonder, should I have another........?