You Were
You Were
You were two, and now you’re three,
What a beautiful boy you turned out to be.
You were four, and now you’re five,
The apple of your daddy’s eye.
You were six, and now you’re seven,
One haunting night, you went to heaven.
A drunken’ driver in a speeding car,
Took your life after leaving a bar.
You were eight; you would have been nine,
I search for answers, but none I find.
Now ten and eleven years gone,
Still darkness at the end of dawn.
Twelve years and I’m still dead inside,
For some fool took a drunken’ ride.
* I wrote this based upon a news story I read on the tv about a senseless death
due to drunk driving.
Copyright © Jeff Morehead | Year Posted 2011
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