CHOICES

The pain is so tremendous.
How could I have been so dumb?
My life shouldn’t end this way.
You know I’m much too young.
I knew I shouldn’t accept
the bottle in his hand.
But I made the choice to drink
to prove I was a man.
I finally made it to my car
after I found my keys.
What was it in my path?
I kept falling to my knees.
I know I should have slowed down.
The curve was way to sharp.
You know I didn’t intend
to roll my Daddy’s car.
My legs are getting cold now
it’s kind of hard to breathe.
Do you think anyone knows
I’m lying between these trees?
I can hear the sirens screaming.
The lights are very bright.
Do you think it is too late?
Will I make it through the night?
Why is Momma crying?
Daddy, take her hand.
Tell her that I love her.
I’m still your little man.
I don’t want to leave you.
I want to stay alive.
I wish I’d only made the choice
not to drink and drive.
Please don’t shut the lid.
It’s way to dark in here.
Dad, take care of Momma.
Please wipe away her tears.
I guess my time is over.
I’m sorry it ended this way.
Tell others not to do the same,
and live another day.

Lance Hill
2/12/2004