Bad Decisions - Poem by Adam Hunter
The party was ending, I went to my car.
I thought about walking, it wasn’t that far.
The cold wind in the air made me say
“I’ll just walk home another day.”
I stumbled into the seat, hitting my head.
The hangover in the morning is what I dread.
Turned the car on and drove away real slow.
“if I’m nice and careful, no one will know.”
I turned onto Main Street, going pretty fast
So I could get home and make this the past.
The road started swaying, from left to right
All of a sudden my whole vision went white.
Next thing I know I feel a big crash,
I look over my airbag and a car was now smashed.
And then I realized what I had just done,
I pulled out my phone and dialed nine-one-one.
The voice of a girl came on the other end,
But I ran to that car, to check on it instead.
I couldn’t believe what I began to see,
A whole family dead at the hands of me.
I stood beside the car, frozen in fear
Why had this happened? It was only 3 beers.
A mother, a father and son, a big sister too,
I started to cry “What did I do? ”
I stepped back and fell flat on the grass,
Did I learn nothing in my grade six D.A.R.E. class?
I’m sorry mom and dad, I’ve let you both down,
Forever your faces will be a permanent frown.
Cause I know you will never forget what I’ve done,
Why was this happening, tonight was to be fun.
Oh the lives I have ruined from all this despair,
The damage is done that I just can’t repair.
“Daddy’s Little Princess” her grave will say
Why is she the one with the price to pay?
Oh how I wish to go back in time
I’d call for a ride and I’d be just fine.
My dad always said to just make the call,
I climbed the ladder of trust and took a big fall.
The mom starts to cough and now begins crying,
Because of me all her family is dying.
She looks around the car, a face full of shock
In her hand she holds little Johnny’s sock.
She looked at me, my heart begins to pound.
Her body lost all life, without making a sound.
She knew from my face that I ruined her life,
her grave will read “A Loving, Caring Wife.”
This was the first day of many days to come,
Of paying my dues for being so dumb.
There it is, my drinking lesson to tell.
So you don’t end up in this jail cell.
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