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    A letter from son to mom

    I went to a party Mom,
    I remembered what you said.
    You told me not to drink, Mom
    So I drank soda instead.

    I really felt proud inside, Mom,
    The way you said I would.
    I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
    Even though the others said I should.

    I know I did the right thing, Mom,
    I know you are always right.
    Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
    As everyone is driving out of sight.

    As I got into my car, Mom,
    I knew I'd get home in one piece.
    Because of the way you raised me,
    So responsible and sweet.


    I started to drive away, Mom,
    But as I pulled out into the road,
    The other car didn't see me, Mom,
    And hit me like a load.

    As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
    I hear the policeman say,
    "The other guy is drunk," Mom,
    And now I'm the one who will pay.

    I'm lying here dying, Mom....
    I wish you'd get here soon.
    How could this happen to me, Mom?
    My life just burst like a balloon.

    There is blood all around me, Mom,
    And most of it is mine.
    I hear the medic say, Mom,
    I'll die in a short time.

    I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
    I swear I didn't drink.
    It was the others, Mom.
    The others didn't think.

    He was probably at the same party as I.
    The only difference is, he drank
    And I will die.
    Why do people drink, Mom?
    It can ruin your whole life.
    I'm feeling sharp pains now.
    Pains just like a knife.

    The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
    And I don't think it's fair.
    I'm lying here dying
    And all he can do is stare.

    Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
    Tell Daddy to be brave.
    And when I go to heaven, Mom,
    Put "Daddy's Boy" on my grave.

    Someone should have told him, Mom,
    Not to drink and drive.
    If only they had told him, Mom,
    I would still be alive.

    My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
    I'm becoming very scared.
    Please don't cry for me, Mom.
    When I needed you, you were always there.

    I have one last question, Mom.
    Before I say good bye.
    I didn't drink and drive,
    So why am I the one to die?


    If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues. - Edward Bulwer-Lytton



  • #2
    wow that was a great poem. passionate. this poem should be in all high school kids books on the first page, so if even they leave school and dont continue their educations, at least they'll remember not to drink and drive.


    Man gonaham ine asheghet shodam
    Kheili narahatam az daste khodam
    Ma ke goftim to az eshghe ma sarrri
    Pas chera baz ham dary del mibary
    Boro, Boro, Boro, Boro
    Boro, Boro, Boro, Boro....

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    • #3
      that was so sad................
      this happens to so many people,
      one of the girls i knew from highschool died in a car accident 2 weeks ago by a drunk driver.







      God made Coke,
      God made Pepsi,
      God made Persian girls so DAMN SEXY!!!

      ~Zende Bad Iran Va Irani~

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      • #4
        kheili heife...

        inja ke kheili ziad shode...tablighhaye ani drink and drive ham inja daran vali natijei narade ta hala...=(
        >> Doroste ke inja bozorg shodam man vali khone IRANI to raghame <<

        Az in ghafas, az in zamin mikham beram paar bekesham,
        baraye in hame diavar yek goshei daar bekesham

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        • #5
          hmmmm. this poem neveshte shode bood ro ghabreh yeki baradarayeh doostam 3 sale pish its sad
          Its hard to pretend you love someone when you don't
          but its harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do.

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