Precious Lives

Did you think it couldn’t happen?
Did you think it wasn’t real?
You thought of only fun and games
As you got behind the wheel.

You knew that it was stupid, You didn’t stop to think.
You got into the car that night, You’d had too much to drink.
You didn’t even see the tree; You were going much too fast.
You drew in a sharp breath A breath that was your last.

Three precious lives were lost that night;
You weren’t the first to die.
We think about you lovingly
As each day passes by.

This poem is a warning To each and everyone:
The result of drunken driving Can never be undone.

Anonymous

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Printed on http://www.ualberta.ca/PAID/sept97.htm#schools in 1997.

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