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Tribute to a young Manx lad who was tragically killed yesterday

We Have Never Met Yet You Made Me Cry

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 © | Year Posted 2014

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Mehta Avatar
August 26, 2014 at 6:34 AM
Life is such, Jan, One moment we may see a walking by and the next moment we hear he is gone, heartfelt tribute young Manx
Allison Avatar
August 26, 2014 at 7:05 AM
Thanks for the lovely comment Dr Mehta:-) Hugs Jan xx
Duggan Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 7:14 PM
Oh you have gone right to the core there Jan, very good, my boys are not teenagers now but I still tend to worry about them driving, they may be in their 40's and 30's, every time I hear of a car accident, the thought goes through my mind. great write my dear friend, take care...........Vera...........
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 7:18 PM
It shook me to the core Vera - the second tragedy in 5 months - the last one a 14 yr old girl killed. I don't know what the answer is to prevent any more of these needless deaths. Hugs to you and Peter Jan xxxx
Nance Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 4:38 PM
Oh that is sad, seventeen is too young :(
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 4:41 PM
It was tragic Casarah. In March a 14 yr old girl was killed - 8 kids in one car - sheer madness - unti they enforce tougher sentences it will continue but I guess if you have been responsible for someone's death it is a sentence you carry for the rest of your life:-( Hugs Jan xx my other 2 poems posted today are happy :-)
Andresen Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 2:03 PM
- Your tears proves you have a heart - Moving poem, Jan ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 2:13 PM
Just made me so so sad to see the picture of this young lad Anne Lise:-( Hugs Jan xx
Matthew Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:41 PM
Thanks for your comment on my poem. Yes I feel very very lucky x
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:44 PM
:-) xx
Matthew Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:40 PM
Beautiful succinct poem. x
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:41 PM
Thanks for the lovely comment Bronwyn:-) Hugs Janxxx
Carrillo Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:12 PM
This is a lesson to be learned, but young people seem to think they are immortal. We cry for people that we never met, because we have feelings. Thanks for sharing and for the rose... Lucilla
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:16 PM
Oh lucilla I wish the rose was for real my friend xxx and thanks for the lovely comment on my poem:-) Hugs jan xxx
Smith Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:11 PM
How tragic Jan...life is precious we must live it to the fullest....my sympathies to the family and friends.... Hugs Tim
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 1:17 PM
Life is precious Tim and we have to grasp every opportunity that we are offered as it may never pass our way again - the past 3 years have taught me a great deal! Hugs Jan xxx
Yvonne Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 12:40 PM
a very sad story but important to tell. this is written very well. we have never met but i shed a tear. thank you.
Allison Avatar
August 25, 2014 at 12:45 PM
Thanks Maurice for your lovely comment - sadly we hear of yet another tragedy where a young life is ended so soon. Hugs Jan xxx
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