Regret Poem

Reckless Driving Poem

Just over a year ago, my elder brother, Ricky, 24, and I were in a car crash. He was speeding and taking his hands off the wheel. A car pulled out of a side road. Ricky didn't stop in time and we collided. The driver of the other car was killed and Ricky was charged with dangerous driving.

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My father invited me and someone else to take a ride with him. My mother told us no because my father was drinking beer. My mother asked if we wanted to die, and we said no.

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I Still Love You, You're My Big Brother

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Published: December 2007

You were always a risk taker,
Especially in the car; you liked to burn rubber.
My mates thought it was funny; it was cool
When you gave them a lift and played the fool.
Driving with no hands, hanging out the sun roof,
Shutting your eyes and generally being a goof,
Thinking you were some Evel Knievel.
Did you know you'd cause this upheaval?

You raced 'round the area, flying over speed hills.
Didn't you realize that sort of drivin' kills?
Gemma and Chloe, they screamed with excitement.
You forgot we were the kids; you were the adult.
We banged our heads on the car roof,
And laughed ourselves silly, the truth?
Every time we got in the car with you,
We risked our lives; sounds bad, but it's true.

One day, August 7th, you were drivin' me home from Judo.
Did your usual stunts then crashed into a Peugeot,
Killing a 17-year-old woman, Abigail Davis.
We escaped with nothing but bruises.
How is that fair?
Police came 'round, nicked you for a drivin' offence.
The prosecution stacked, no defense,
A 32 month jail sentence.

I'll try to visit you inside.
I am angry and sad that I can't hide.
It's all your fault; you can't excuse it.
You were the one that revved it.
I know you're punishing yourself, having trouble sleeping.
I told you and told you to stop your reckless driving.
This was the only way you'd learn, you'd never hear sense,
But it's too late for "if only;" this story's past tense.

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  • Shakeena by Shakeena
  • 1 year ago

My father invited me and someone else to take a ride with him. My mother told us no because my father was drinking beer. My mother asked if we wanted to die, and we said no.

  • Shrek by Shrek
  • 2 years ago

Unfortunately, people always die no matter what you try. No matter how hard you try, we will all die.

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