Gave Up Years Ago

For Ronovan’s Decima Challenge with GOLD as the prompt word on the A rhyme line.

Gave Up Years Ago

I liked my cigarettes self-rolled.
The craft of it is quite a trick;
paper out, baccy in, quick lick
the glued strip, fingers poised to fold
an aromatic Autumn Gold.
I did enjoy a puff, a drag
of a smooth, perfect, homemade fag.
The curling smoke, the stained ceiling
showing how my lungs were feeling,
enveloped by this noxious shag.