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The Wreck


The Wreck
THE WRECK

"A few more drinks won't hurt" He thought
"It's Friday, so what the heck!"
"When the wife finds out I've been drinking
She'll wring my bloody neck!"

He had his drinks then he waved goodbye
To his mates who slumped on the bar
And he wobbled and weaved in the fresh night air
As he made his way to his car

His spirit soared and he hummed a tune
As his car sped through the night
But the road blurred dull in his vision
And he struggled to keep it in sight

Then the blinding lights as a car approached
Seemed to turn the night into day
"They're wobbling all over the road!" He cursed.
"Why the hell are they driving that way?"

In his drunken stupor he tried to react
But he met the car head on
The shattering sounds of metal and glass
And two young lives were gone

Now he sits alone in his room at night
And his heart aches with misery and shame
As he thinks of the children who lost their lives
And he knows that he was to blame

The children's parents survived the crash
But the family they had was lost
"A few more drinks won't hurt." He had said
But little he knew the cost

His fateful words now haunt him
"It's Friday, so what the heck!"
And he tosses and turns in his sleep each night
As he dreams of that fatal wreck.

K.D. Abbott © 2007

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