And since I have to die, Mom, would a drink have been a sin?
Instead I lie here waiting for the morphine to kick in.
Moonshine MarK
At 04:36 PM 5/5/2005, you wrote:
> > From: "David Riddell" <[log in to unmask]>
> > > Thankyou for your replies to a most controversial subject.
> > > and thankyou for expressing your thoughts in a most
> > > diplomatic manner.However,your replies have inadvertently
> > > shifted from my initial response. it was Mr Clark I recall,who
> > > first made the comment[a quote]regarding 63% of
> > > Americans believe that the Holy Bible can be interpreted
> > > literally.
>
>On 5 May 2005 at 16:11, Douglas Clark wrote:
> > I hadnt realised that there were loonies in Australia as well.
> > Somebody should do some research there.
>
>Here's a little: read Mr Riddell's poem:
>http://hem.passagen.se/greta/david_riddell.html
>
>Death of an Innocent
>( Why Mom?)
>David Riddell
>
>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 thing, Mom, I know you are 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 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 needed 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?
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