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White Cross By The Road

My name is Robert, and here is my story.........

I remember that night after work, I felt too tired to think.
So I stopped off at a local pub, to get myself a drink.
I only had one or two, or was it four or five?
I'm not sure what I had, but I felt ok to drive.
I'm still not sure what happened, I swear I was feeling fine.
I swear I don't remember, ever crossing that yellow line.
I took him from his family, a wife, and two kids I'm told.
They wrote Beloved Father and Husband, on the white cross by the road.

Susan is my name, and here's my tale to tell.....

I was only there an hour, had a glass of wine or three.
We were driving home from daycare, when I somehow hit a tree.
The next thing I remember was being told, "I was lucky to be alive."
But tragically, they're sad to say, my son did not survive.
I would give up anything, to have him here to hold.
Instead of that reminder, of the white cross by the road.

My name was Karen, this would have been my story.....

We were heading home from the doctor, my Mommy, Daddy, and me.
Mommy just had an ultrasound, that showed I'm healthy as can be.
Mommy yelled, "Look out!, as that car swerved across the line.
Daddy tried to miss it, but didn't have the time.
My parents died on impact, the drunk driver did as well.
I died a little later, how long I couldn't tell
I could have been destined for greatness, but now we'll never know.
The only mark I left on this world, is the white cross by the road.

There is a moral to this story, a point I'm trying to make.
When you're intoxicated behind the wheel,
it's not just your life that's at stake.
Do us all a favor, let's all arrive alive.
If you absolutely must drink,
then please, please, PLEASE, Don't Drive!

(c)Jonathan Butts
November 3, 2003

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