This morning he was playing ball
This man and his two boys.
But he’ll never play again
With any of their toys.
This Afternoon brought ice-cream cones
For him and his two boys.
The last ones shared between the three
The end to all their joys.
This evening brought a drunkard by
The car with dad and boys.
Ran a red light now he is gone
Two families now destroyed.
(12/4/05)
Hard hitting, but great feel about your writing. Tragic topic handled well. Thank you for sharing. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
This is very sad poem, it reads beautifully though, well done Moyax
Shannon, you did a wonderful job with such a tragic subject. You held me from the first line on. How very sad. Warmest regards and respect, CJ
A very moving poem Shannon, a very real story too, which hits hard. Nice poem, I enjoyed it. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautifully written poem. So sad.........and it happens too often. I have no tolerance for drunk driving! My parents did so much of it when we were little (with us in the car) that I still have nightmares! This poem is so heart wrenching. Great job. Sincerely, Mary