FOUR YOUNG BOYS.

This is a true story that occurred quite a few years ago, but it remains in my memory as though it were yesterday. I knew them well.

      FOUR YOUNG BOYS.

Christmas Day had come and gone,
but all their drinking still kept on.
Four young boys and each of them
awake all night swilling liquor.
Plans they made that would condemn
while the plot was forming thicker.

Into a car by the bay,
“Let’s drive to Seaspray”, one did say,
“We can be there in an hour”.
They threw caution to the wind;
there had been a dawn shower;
no thoughts of their drive to rescind.

With blurred minds, thinking easy;
treacherous roads, winding, greasy;
their car wide on a bend
and met another on one side.
Came sudden impact, a sad end,
the four young boys swiftly died.

Many lives changed forever.
Celebrate at Christmas - never.
At this time, it brings sorrow
for all when Yuletide comes around.
Christmas Day is tomorrow
families with despair get bound.

© Harry Harper.