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| 310. The Drink My ears were filled with noise and terror My eyes had failed to see my fate I was driving too fast in the rain As I sped to insure I wasn’t late I could have sworn I had one drink Or maybe I did have some more But surely I was coherent and sober When I walked out that bar’s door No longer will I need ever worry About making sure I’m on time For my future has been set for me No longer up the ladder will I climb How can life be over at twenty-two When there is so much to see and do Why didn’t I notice that young family When I decided just to pass you Now I lay in a pile of glass Spared from the pain by my drink I know now that I caused their deaths Oh why or why didn’t I think But if I survive this rainy night My nightmares will never be quite done For I’ve killed two parents and their kids Death is no exchange for fun |
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