Hi! and welcome to my little corner of the WEB! This first poem is just something I wrote to hopefully make u stop and think. Always keep in mind how very delicate Life is. The rest of my poems are at the bottom of the page. Just click on the poem title of your choice and u will be swept away. I tried not to put an overabundance of Graphics on my pages so they should all Load quickly. If you would like to know more about me just send me an IM or E-mail.
Life Is Delicate
What is this place? It sure seems strange. A mystical place That I have never seen.
WoW! Look at all the smiles! Everybody seems Happy! I'll have to remember this place. And make sure I come back again.
And who is this little child tugging on my shirt? With playful eyes, a kiddish grin, And a headful of thoughts running wild.
And why the pearl white haze? This is no ordinary fog. Why the background churchbells? Suddenly I'm becoming afraid.
Who is this man approaching me Very distinguished and clothed in white? Hi my son! I'm Saint Peter And you've just awaken from a very tragic night.
That's right my son This delightful place u see is Heaven. And I'm sorry to say Your time on Earth is done.
Do u recall what u were doing During your last night? Don't u remember the crash And how your car took flight!
What are u talking about? Oh! Saint Peter! This can't be true. I was over at my girlfriends house And drank quite a few.
The last thing I remember Was having a big fight! And speeding away in my car Fuming! And just knowing that I was right!
Wait! Saint Peter... It's starting to get clearer. I popped open another Beer! And approaching 90 mph I grab another Gear!
Approaching 120 now... I'm starting to perspire... But what could go wrong? Oh No Saint Peter! A Blown Tire!
I'm spinning out of control! When will this ride end? I think I just heard a bump, Surely that wasn't the wind.
You're mind has gone blank now. Right my friend? Why Yes Saint Peter! How did it end?
Well...The conclusion my son... Left u thirty feet high wrapped around a tree Ok! Ok! I guess I deserved it. But why does this child keep tugging on me?
Well... U see my son..That bump u heard Wasn't just from the rough ride... You ran over that innocent child... And she wants to know WHY!
The moral of the Story Is...... NEVER Drive while drinking or extremely mad.... God Forbid BOTH!
Here are the rest of my Poems. Click on a poem title of your choice!