Drunk Driver Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

You are sociable and love to laugh and joke.
You over indulge in liquor and nicotine smoke.
It is time to travel tipsy toward your residence.
A designated driver is needed, but you’d take offense.

As you navigate, while floating in a haze
You are confused, as you drive through a maze.
It was the red light that you were going to cheat.
You never noticed a schoolgirl crossing the street.

You are now are in a tormenting predicament.
There is broken glass and blood on the cement.
A promising young child is silent, without a pulse.
Your judgment of capability was extremely false.

She will not graduate with a sense of pride.
She will not love or grow up to be a bride.
Her lovely life has come to an unexpected end.
If only you were simply sober and did not pretend.