Tribute to a young Manx lad who was tragically killed yesterday
Today I looked at your picture and I shed a silent tear We had never met yet, still I cry and I grieve for your family Cut down in your prime just seventeen years old Your friend – oh how he wishes he could turn the clock back But he faces the rest of his life knowing he killed you Guess you never dreamed when you went on a car journey That it would be the last trip you ever made At the end of the day a car is a machine Machines are dangerous if used incorrectly Why Why Why don’t people realise Jan Allison 25th August 2014
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2014
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