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Array ( [sid] => 168512 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Night of Remorse [time] => 2011-11-11 10:05:05 [hometext] => This is a tragic poem about drinking and driving [bodytext] => I had a few drinks, on that late night;
“Can I call you a cab?” asked the bartender.
“No,” I said, “I’m not drunk, not quite.”
I stumbled out the door and hopped in my car,
I swerved on the freeway, away from the bar.

You entered the freeway toward home from a friend’s,
Carefully driving in that lovely Benz.
I didn’t see it coming. I should have seen it there,
The path that was before me was no longer there.
I weaved in and out of all of the lanes,
I lost all my judgment, then the silence came.

My life changed in an instant, and your life was gone,
I knew it was over, It didn’t take long.
I was rushed to the hospital and it became clear,
I laid in the ambulance and started to tear.
Where did my life go? I couldn’t tell,
I decided that night that I would not dwell.

So I stand here before you on this clear day,
I’d like to trade places, I wish there was a way.
I wish you could walk, I wish you could smile,
I wish you could be here and give birth to your child.

Your life was taken by my mistake,
When I think of you, I start to ache.
I have remorse for what I’ve done,
I’ve been to A.A. meetings, I haven’t missed one.
I don’t live for myself. I live in your place,
I stand here now only by God’s grace.

Why it was you, I don’t know,
I’m sorry for that night, I’m sorry for tomorrow,
But most of all, I’m sorry for the sorrow.
I will think of you each and every day,
I guess “I’m sorry” is all I wanted to say.
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A Night of Remorse

Contributed by tmramgrl2000 on Friday, 11th November 2011 @ 10:05:05 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



I had a few drinks, on that late night;
“Can I call you a cab?” asked the bartender.
“No,” I said, “I’m not drunk, not quite.”
I stumbled out the door and hopped in my car,
I swerved on the freeway, away from the bar.

You entered the freeway toward home from a friend’s,
Carefully driving in that lovely Benz.
I didn’t see it coming. I should have seen it there,
The path that was before me was no longer there.
I weaved in and out of all of the lanes,
I lost all my judgment, then the silence came.

My life changed in an instant, and your life was gone,
I knew it was over, It didn’t take long.
I was rushed to the hospital and it became clear,
I laid in the ambulance and started to tear.
Where did my life go? I couldn’t tell,
I decided that night that I would not dwell.

So I stand here before you on this clear day,
I’d like to trade places, I wish there was a way.
I wish you could walk, I wish you could smile,
I wish you could be here and give birth to your child.

Your life was taken by my mistake,
When I think of you, I start to ache.
I have remorse for what I’ve done,
I’ve been to A.A. meetings, I haven’t missed one.
I don’t live for myself. I live in your place,
I stand here now only by God’s grace.

Why it was you, I don’t know,
I’m sorry for that night, I’m sorry for tomorrow,
But most of all, I’m sorry for the sorrow.
I will think of you each and every day,
I guess “I’m sorry” is all I wanted to say.




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