He, regret, cigarette...

Once in a town
There lived a fellow
He is wealthy
And he was very old

He has no son nor daughter
No reason for laughter
He went down street.
He bought a cigarette.

Isko found it good
He found it tasty
But Francisco did not know
His heart forms a hole

A few years later
Came back her wife
His heart throbbed
His breathing gets hard

He thought it's because of love
But no, it's the tobacco