The next poem is posted in schools in a three different states and in some police stations and firestations around here as well as in a homeless shelter etc.
It is also of course in the Library of Congress
Think Before You Drink
Oh, I know you're sorry now, but it's too late
For my little child is gone
Oh don't you dare to call it fate
That you have done so wrong.
You've traded a life for that old bottle
By staggering out and under the throttle.
No, don't you dare to call it fate
That you have taken another life
Then - there's the bartender - who "Set up the bait."
Someday it may be his own sweet child.
I can still see him fly as you hit him so hard
Your car must have knocked him 25 yard
"Oh, no, he's gone cried out his best buddy
His arms both broken, his head so bloody.
The ambulance came to take him away.
"Oh, how I hope the law makes you pay.
As the organ plays "The Old Rugged Cross"
You'll never know the hurt of our loss.
This poem if for all who want to drink,
And I pray that it makes you "Really Think"
About the cost of a bottle of beer
Is it worth a life that is so dear
So don't ever take that first nasty sip
For if you do you may take your last trip.