He sat at the bar sipping away
Trying to drown his troubles that day
Little did he know what lay ahead
And a little girl would soon be dead

Later that evening he was still there
But now he was drunk and had no care
He forgot his troubles and danced so free
He was stumbling and could barely see

One more for the road he shouted loud
As his voice was heard over the crowd
One more for the road for this free man
As he stumbled around, could not stand

He left the club not feeling a pain
His speech was slurred as he loudly sang
He did not even see the little girl
Until his truck stopped with a bang

He could see from his cell window
A hearse making a line
And cars following slowly behind
As he tried to remember with his foggy mind

One for the road he remembers that day
Now for this he will sadly pay
Now he just sits there with only fear
Thinking of that life to took so dear

Remember this story if you must drink
One for the road could make you not think
It could cost you all that you have
Think of the life this girl should have had

Ann Hart©
January 2, 2003
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Please don't drink and drive.
In memory of those who have lost their lives by drunk drivers.