Marilyn Shepperson

Rookie (4th September 1949 / Hounslow. Middx)

Don'T Drink And Drive - Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

It was a cold, wintry evening
When I entered the pub's welcoming warmth
I ordered a meal and a glass of wine
Sitting down near the large log fire
Having eaten and drunk, I looked around
Noticed a fellow dressed rather strangely
In a cloak with the hood hiding his face
Brandy in hand, I went over to speak
Feeling mellow and friendly, I gave him, 'Good even''
Are you local, I asked
He replied in a hollow voice
Everywhere is local to me
I am just watching the ones steadily drinking
Who'll try then and drive back to their homes
I grinned, thinking him the local bobby
In great disguise, it's true
I'm walking, I said, I left the car behind
I know, said he, you're quite safe from me
Then he moved and the dim light
Caught his face in the hood
And I found myself staring at the Grim Reaper

Comments about Don'T Drink And Drive by Marilyn Shepperson

  • Diane Violet (10/4/2006 8:37:00 AM)

    Love this Marilyn, what a great message in this write. Now if we could get those to pay attention that should. All the best, Diane (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, October 3, 2011

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