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  • Drink & Drive

    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 think, Mom.  I know you were 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 and sister not to cry, Mom.  Tell Daddy to be brave.

    And when I go to heaven, Mom, put ‘Daddy’s Girl’ 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 need 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?