An accident I've never seen
but in a guilty late night dream
full of honest confused emotion
of a tragedy known of-
Of the car of the driver unprepared
for the upcoming scare
for if she'd known she'd never have dared
to leave her house that day
But life's not that fair.
Of the bicycle that my father had owned
carefree as always in the face of the unknown.
He doesn't see the car as it through the street roams
and now for his choices,
he's reaping what's sown.
Of the alcohol he'd drunk right before
as through his system it coursed as he poured
impairing his judgement
as the car barreled forward
He was hit
with a SLAM!
and the scene.....
it was gory
no legacy left
but a tragic death story.
-> I'd meant to post this on father's day but my internet wasn't up then. I guess I'll just have to put it up now. The poem speaks for itself. I don't think I really need to explain it.