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
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