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I Never Got There

I didn’t smoke
I didn’t drink
I didn’t want to throw up
In the kitchen sink

I remembered to think
I remembered to say
If I was offered
“No, I’m okay”

I drove home alone
I drove with good care
But despite my precautions
I never got there

Because he chose a beer
And he chose two more
And it’s his mistakes
I’ve had to pay for

Because he got on the road
And I swear that he knew
The lessons we’re taught
And the damage he’d do

But he chose to just wing it
And pray for good luck
But his car is towed
And my head was stuck

Under the vehicle
I was driving with care
I was safe to go home
But I never got there



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