Don'T Drink And Drive Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

It was a cold, wintry evening
When I entered the pub's welcoming warmth
I ordered a meal and a glass of wine
Sitting down near the large log fire
Having eaten and drunk, I looked around
Noticed a fellow dressed rather strangely
In a cloak with the hood hiding his face
Brandy in hand, I went over to speak
Feeling mellow and friendly, I gave him, 'Good even''
Are you local, I asked
He replied in a hollow voice
Everywhere is local to me
I am just watching the ones steadily drinking
Who'll try then and drive back to their homes
I grinned, thinking him the local bobby
In great disguise, it's true
I'm walking, I said, I left the car behind
I know, said he, you're quite safe from me
Then he moved and the dim light
Caught his face in the hood
And I found myself staring at the Grim Reaper