joi, august 02, 2007

Gata cu marea...

Nu as fi bagat aici si versurile astea daca nu as fi avut proasta inspiratie sau inconstienta sa ma intorc din Vama Veche cu masina amicului meu, care conducea dupa ce bause vreo doua beri. Ia ziceti voi drept, asa-i ca v-ati urcat la volat un pic ciupiti? Macar o data? Eu una stiu ca m-am invatat minte. Dar a trebuit sa ne rasturnam un pic cu masina aia mai intai.

drink and drive

© By Colleen F. Finnigan

near the door
he paused to stand
as he took his ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and in his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked
and ran in the sand
but now her eyes are very cold
for he would never again
have her to hold
they watched in silence
as he bent near
and whispered the words
I love you in her ear
he touched her face and began to cry
as he put his ring on
and wanted to die
just then the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket into the snow
this is what happens
to man alive
when friends let friends
drink and drive

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