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Saturday, February 16, 2008
This is a sad poem
Death of an Innocent
I went to this party, Mom.
I remembered what you said
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I felt real proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
Even though all my friends, Mom,
Told me that I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom.
I know you’re always right.
The party’s finally ending, Mom,
As everyone drove out of sight,
As I got inside my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece
‘Cause the way you made me feel, Mom,
So responsible, so sweet
I started to drive away, Mom,
As I pulled into the road
The other guy didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say
The other guy was drunk, Mom.
Now I’m the one to pay.
I’m lying here dying, Mom.
I wish you’d get here soon.
How come this happened to me, Mom?
My life burst like a balloon.
There’s blood all around me, Mom,
Most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedics say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.
He didn’t know where he was going, Mom.
He was probably at the same party as I.
There’s one big difference though, Mom,
He’s going to live while I’m going to die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life
I’m feeling sharp pains, Mom,
Just like a burning knife.
The man who hit me, Mom,
Is walking; it’s not fair.
I’m lying here dying, Mom,
While all he does is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,
Tell Dad to be brave
For when I am in heaven, Mom,
Put “Dad’s Son” upon my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If they’d often take the time, Mom,
I’d still be alive.
My breath is growing short, Mom,
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom,
‘Cause when I needed you, you were there.
I have one last question, Mom,
Before I say goodbye
I didn’t even drink, Mom,
So why am I the one to die?
This is the end, Mom,
I wish I could look you in the eye
To say these final words, Mom,
I LOVE YOU & GOOD-BYE.
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