Haste Makes Waste Ode To a Cyclist

No matter what I read No matter what I said The listener never stirred in bed To all he just appeared quite dead Eyes blank and always open Not a word from him was spoken Through tubes the young man would be fed He never blinked Just stared ahead What more about him can be said Two days ago he was to wed No safety helmet on his head His girlfriend held him by the waist His motorbike zoomed off in haste At break-neck speed they lost their luck On the right they passed a truck So what more can we say today In this state he'll always stay His lover now has walked away So young she'll soon foreget the day Another guy will soon appear No longer will she shed a tear