Christmas is a merry time
To run, have fun and play.
But hither comes that fateful eve
Today is not my day
2 years ago I was full of joy
With daughter, son and wife
The family went out that day,
left me to sharpen the knife
The axe was sharp, it had cut wood
that which I carried inside
My family had left that day
Gone on that fateful ride
Soon my fire was burning bright
its heat filled me with peace
I longed to see my family again
Darleen, Yvonne, and Reece.
The food was ready, the knife was sharp
And yet they did not return
I was worried totally sick that night
And the fire continued to burn
I awoke next morning with a fright
The fire was black and cold
I searched the house for my wife
My family was scarce as gold
I called the police, asked for a search
but most of them were home
I sat and started at their pictures
Silent and still as a gnome.
It took until the late afternoon
Thats when I recieved the call
A car had crashed into a tree
outside the local mall
I raced to the scene, but found nothing there
Except a crumpled car
It was Yvonnes, I wept aloud.
My ordeals end was far
They took me to the hospital
And into the morgue we strode
As they spoke I understood none
As if 'twas some alien code
There upon three cold slabs
My family were laid back, asleep
They asked, I nodded, I couldn't take it
I fell into a heap.
And so now, here I am,
Celebrating the day alone
My stare is lost within the fire
At the thoughts, I begin to groan
I had no friends, I had moved away
My family were all I had
So now, a hermit, sits alone
With no reason to be glad
So be careful driving out these nights
Stupidity is a don't
Enjoy these holidays with family and friends
One thing's for sure: _I_ won't
Be safe, people.
Lightning strikes this earth about 500 times a second, and you are roughly seven times more likely to die in a car accident than be hit by lightning.
Best wishes to all, and to all: several good nights
Sys, not a good mood
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