The car scattered
They all looked battered.
But on me
The only thing
That was truly battered
Was my fate
While I sat there
At heavens gates
I realized I had more to live for
As he said authoritatively
What are you doing?
Slow down or you will get killed?
And I realized I have lost control
I know now that I have more to live for
Although I have lost my car
I have more to live for
If he hadn't took the steering
I would have been gone
I know now that I have more to live for
Although I hadn't died
I have wounded my pride
But I have more to live for
I've met God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes a tragic event can serve as a wake up call...safely steering you back to a better road. Good advice, for life...slow down, the fast lane will not afford you the best look at all that is beautiful, around you. PEACE