There was nothing different that last day
Some even saw him drive away
But that was the last time for them all
And there will be no more making a loving call
Most of it was a simple driving error or mistake
That most people would bat an eye in the take
But on these days it would be remembered
With heart break for all in what was unintended
Ordinary people doing ordinary things
With a crash on the road that to them rings
Death when your young and it is unexpected
Destroys lives for those left in grief unended.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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