Snowball In Negative

Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio sky-light Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of grey-white All through its short life it gives of itself Giving and giving and slowly diminishing Until there isn't a crumb of it left It no longer is, it's a snowball in negative Wandering home along Marlborough Road I realize in amazement That I have been, for how long I don't know, Avoiding the cracks in the pavement All through this short life we give of ourselves Giving and giving and slowly diminishing Leaving a mark that will gradually fade Ash in the breeze, snowballs in negative