Theresa Ann Moore - Drunk Driver

You are sociable and love to laugh and joke.
You over indulge in liquor and nicotine smoke.
It is time to travel tipsy toward your residence.
A designated driver is needed, but you’d take offense.

As you navigate, while floating in a haze
You are confused, as you drive through a maze.
It was the red light that you were going to cheat.
You never noticed a schoolgirl crossing the street.

You are now are in a tormenting predicament.
There is broken glass and blood on the cement.
A promising young child is silent, without a pulse.
Your judgment of capability was extremely false.

She will not graduate with a sense of pride.
She will not love or grow up to be a bride.
Her lovely life has come to an unexpected end.
If only you were simply sober and did not pretend.

Theresa Ann Moore

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