Haste Makes Waste
No matter what I read
No matter what I said
The listener never stirred in bed
To all he just appeared quite dead
His eyes were always open
Yet not a word from him was spoken
Through tubes the young man world be fed
He never blinked
He stared ahead
What more about him can be said
Two days ago he was to wed
No safety helmet on his head
His girl friend held him by the waist
His motor bike zoomed off in haste
At great neck speed they lost their luck
On the right they passed the truck
So what more can we say today
In this state he'll always stay
His fiancee just walked way
Never to forget the day
Maybe it was time to pray.
Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2013
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