Going too fast
Hit those railroad tracks
Don't know why the others lived
And that one young boy died
Oh, but I cried.
Age of fifteen
The headlights she'd seen
Going out in the dark
And that one young boy died
Oh, how I cried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad write - it happens all too often. Well expressed in your short and succinct poem