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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