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Drink Driving

I received an e-mail originating from MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers) who are hoping to get 5,000 SIGNATURES on a petition.

Their poem is very moving and although it is upsetting we all need to talk to any youngsters even if they are not driving yet.

Of course it applies to older people too. There is no excuse for drink driving.


I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would
That I didn't drink and drive
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice
And your advice to me was right
The party finally ended
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car
Sure to get home in one piece
I never knew what was coming, Mum
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk
Mum, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry
I can hear the paramedic say
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high
Because he chose to drink and drive
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mum
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive
Maybe if his parents had
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum
I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments
And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mum,
As I lie here and die
I wish that I could say "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.

MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers)
P.O. Box 541688
Dallas, TX75354-1688
1-800-GET-MADD (1-800-438-6233)

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