Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Fw: Death of an innocent -- to good poem -- if u don't have time right now then save it but read it must....................................................................................

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Death Of An Innocent
 
I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom,

So I drank soda instead.

 
I really felt proud inside, Mom,

The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,

Even though the others said I should.

 
I know I did the right thing, Mom,

I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

 
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me,

So responsible and sweet.

 
I started to drive away, Mom,

But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,

And hit me like a load.

 
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

I hear the policeman say,

"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

 
I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

 
There is blood all around me, Mom,

And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,

I'll die in a short time.

 

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

 
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank

And I will die.

 
Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

 
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying

And all he can do is stare.

 
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,

Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

 
Someone should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

 
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.

 
I have one last question, Mom.

Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,

So why am I the one to die?

 
Someone took the effort to write this poem. So please, forward this to

as

many people as you can. And see if we can get a chain going around the

world

that will make people understand that drinking and driving don't mix

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