Bitter sweet, like rancid wine
                                    Cold sharp shivers up my spine
                                    Red eyes blurred; none can see
                                    Rain washed road; catastrophe.
                                    Blood is spilled on pavement, red.
                                    There's no pulse; means they are dead!
                                    They would still be alive,
                                    If they didn't drink and drive.

                                    Teetotalism used to be their thought
                                    Sad to say this was not sought.
                                    If they would have just refrained
                                    Their lives, today, would be sustained!
 

                                                Copyright ©1999 Sydell R Linsicombe