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There was a Man
There was a man
Who left a bar
He didn't have too much to drink
Or so he thought
It was just a short way home
And he knew the way
Even with his eyes closed
And they were not far down the road
There was another man
With his wife and kids
Coming home from a vacation
Or trying to
But there was a man
Who left a bar
Driving with his eyes closed
In the wrong lane
Without his lights
Maybe the roads were a little too slick
Maybe it was just too late
Maybe it was just "supposed" to happen
There was an accident
There came another car
Filled with a man
And several young men
Too old to be children
Way too young
To deal with what they saw
Or what they had to do
But they got there first
There was a boy
Who knelt in the rain
Only 12
Holding another 16 in his arms
As he breathed his last breath
Then he left to stop the cars
That were coming up way too fast
Soon he was joined by the others
That had the same thing happen to them as well
Help came too late
Even for the baby that lived the longest
No matter how hard anyone tried
No one was left alive
You see
I am writing this
Because there really was a man
Who thought he hadn't had too much to drink
And he really left the bar that night
And I was there too
Part of me died as well
And part of me grew up
To write this
Maybe to find a way to understand
And maybe just to find a way
To reach another man
Who might leave a bar
Who thinks he hasn't had too much to drink.
Ed Roberts 10/24/00
As a 12-year-old there was little that I could have done to change the outcome of what happened that evening. I feel that if I could somehow take someone back through this poem to that night, hopefully it might help prevent them from having to go through the same thing.
Drinking and driving is never a victimless crime.
Taken from –
A Poet’s Last Stand www.apoetslaststand.com
Who left a bar
He didn't have too much to drink
Or so he thought
It was just a short way home
And he knew the way
Even with his eyes closed
And they were not far down the road
There was another man
With his wife and kids
Coming home from a vacation
Or trying to
But there was a man
Who left a bar
Driving with his eyes closed
In the wrong lane
Without his lights
Maybe the roads were a little too slick
Maybe it was just too late
Maybe it was just "supposed" to happen
There was an accident
There came another car
Filled with a man
And several young men
Too old to be children
Way too young
To deal with what they saw
Or what they had to do
But they got there first
There was a boy
Who knelt in the rain
Only 12
Holding another 16 in his arms
As he breathed his last breath
Then he left to stop the cars
That were coming up way too fast
Soon he was joined by the others
That had the same thing happen to them as well
Help came too late
Even for the baby that lived the longest
No matter how hard anyone tried
No one was left alive
You see
I am writing this
Because there really was a man
Who thought he hadn't had too much to drink
And he really left the bar that night
And I was there too
Part of me died as well
And part of me grew up
To write this
Maybe to find a way to understand
And maybe just to find a way
To reach another man
Who might leave a bar
Who thinks he hasn't had too much to drink.
Ed Roberts 10/24/00
As a 12-year-old there was little that I could have done to change the outcome of what happened that evening. I feel that if I could somehow take someone back through this poem to that night, hopefully it might help prevent them from having to go through the same thing.
Drinking and driving is never a victimless crime.
Taken from –
A Poet’s Last Stand www.apoetslaststand.com
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