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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem