It was a cold and rainy night;
He had much to drink.
His friends told him to stay awhile;
His mind was out of sync.

He would not listen to his friends;
He got behind the wheel.
He knew he could handle the drive;
His mind began to reel.

He headed for the steep on-ramp;
Driving on the wrong side.
Another car’s headlights appeared;
His car began to slide.

He tried to get control of it,
But it was too late now.
Plummeting toward his tragic fate,
He prayed a sacred vow.

“Please let me live; I’ll drink no more.”
It fell upon deaf ears.
“It was too late to conquer Fate;”
His mother sobbed in tears.