Standing over them, I touched their backs but they didn't turn. They walked right through me. How could they do that to me!
I sew and heard their cries But I didn't know why.
They had surrounded a coffin. I took a look with-in. It was me. Dead as I could be.
But then I woke up I had enough. I'll take a drive, But I won't wake my wife. I'll drink some wine, Then I go out in 5 minutes time.
Drank as hell. What was that smell. Driving to fast And that was my last.
So the dream came through Who really knew That to drive this way Would make it my final and last day. I should have lesson to my dream, Inside of think it was just a scream.
Now I'm so sorry, Please don't worry. I'm still here My little dears.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
So I did this on the composison about a man who went out driving while he was drunk. Which was one of my H.W.poem
I also did this, to make people think before the go out driving drunk .
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