Drink and Drive
Whose child is this?" The officer said.
"Who lyes in this wreck to young to be dead?"
A young man sat shaking holding his head.
"The child is mine." he finally said.
Just a few beer, no more than three.
"My child, my child oh lord this can't be."
But there in the wreck lay a child of four.
Whose laughter and kisses will come no more.
The pain is great to those left alive.
For the memories stay when you drink and drive.
