Drunk Driving Poem
Here is another sad poem. We don’t know the title or the author of this one:
Near to the door
he paused to stand
as he took his class ring
off her hand
all who were watching
did not speak
as a silent tear
ran down his cheek
and through his mind
the memories ran
of the moments they walked
and ran in the sand (hand and hand)
but now her eyes were so terribly cold
for he would never again
have her to hold
they watched in silence
as he bent near
and whispered the words…
“I LOVE YOU” in her ear
he touched her face
and started to cry
as he put on his ring
and wanted to die
and just then
the wind began to blow
as they lowered her casket
into the snow…
this is what happens
to man alive…
when friends let friends…
drink and drive.
We also got this drunk driving poem from an email that was circulating the Web. Again, to the person who wrote it, we thank you!
I wrote this when I was in grade 7. I’m now 42. It was for a drinking and driving campaign. I submitted it to my teacher. I still have the original on cue cards. Years ago I had seen it on an email that went around. I was so surprised to see it. Was thinking about it again and looked it up and found this. Thank you.
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Thank you. Maybe, and hopefully someone’s poem will make others learn not to drink and drive. I started to cry when I first read this, because I know this is a true thing that can happen and it eats me up inside when stuff like this happen to innocent or non-innocent people. I feel bad for the many people who lose loved ones in a situation like this or some other one.
I have read this once again, I showed it to my mum and she cried tears coming down like a big rain storm.
I showed it to my poppa, he looked at me and said “Now, I hope that teaches you a lesson hunny not to drink a drive, for when you do you may die and be in a pool of blood while thriving in agonising pain.”
I went to my 13 y/o brother he started crying while saying, “Sis, I was almost in a accident like this I hope you understand how important it is to understand this and know not to drink and drive.” I was all like, “Brother, if that’s what you want I swear on the bible of our savior, God that I will never drink and drive.”
He was in tears and said, “Okay sis, lor you!”
I said, “I love you more that you know, big brother!”
I told many others in my family and we spoke about this many times, we all swore never to drink and drive. {^>^} Thanks, I love you all, and I hope all y’all are safe and sound God watching over you all! {^>^}
In the 80’s it was called Class Ring. We circulated that poem throughout the whole high school.
In the early to mid 80’s this poem was circling around our high school, It was called the ballad of the class ring. It has changed a lot in the following years, tweaked and changed for the benefit of the person using the poem by an anonymous writer. “They watched in awe and awkward fear/ as he sighed, I love you in her ear”. The last part went something like…doors to open / to let the cold wind blow/ as they carried her casket/ out into the snow. Back then This did not have any connection to drinking and driving, that is something later placed in the poem.
Lana, I want to tell you this poem has been in my heart since I heard it for the first time. Ironically, it was in the 7th grade. I was given the opportunity to see a live action mock drunk driving reinactment. Your poem was how they set the scene before the actors protrayed a disturbing/yet moving display. After that I committed your words to memory and to this day still play your words through my mind. I looked this up as a reminder it has been a few years now and I wanted to share it with my Husband… I never knew who wrote it either until today. So even if you never see my message I want you to know this poem moves and inspires kids and adults to this day. I heard this in the 7th grade I am now 35. Thank you for making the world even in such a dark sad and emotional tone it makes people think before they ultimately take an unnecessary risk and potentially take their own/someone else’s life just because they don’t want to find a safer alternative to get themselves home. Anyway, I just wanted to share my story…
If you really wrote this poem, you would know it was butchered from what was published in the 80s when I was in HS. You are a good 10 years younger than I am and I read this in HS so I know for fact that you, Lana. did not write it. You stole it and changed it up and took credit. Shame on you
Really? is it true?
A drunk driving poem?
What a world is it?