What Might Have Been

                                                                  WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

I was chatting to a workmate

About ex lovers that we'd had

Some one you'd take home

To meet your mam and dad

Anna and Elizabeth were mentioned

But then a girl came to mind

A girl if life had turned out different

Might have turned out kind

You see we never dated

But for us there was a spark

We'd hang around together

At home or in a park

We never ever told each other

But i think that we both knew

That maybe we'd found our soul mate

But never carried it through

Years later may dad over dinner

Asked if a girl i could recall

A girl who'd call on me

When we both were small

He said she used to come around

On a Monday night

I said "Is it dawn your thinking of?"

He said "I think you're right"

An image came to mind 

A girl so small and slightly plump

But she had a cute smile

And a sexy little rump

"Well today I was talking

To a man who'd lived next door

He told me that without me

Her heart was forever sore"

He then told me what had happened

As she'd carried on her life

She met a man and settled down

Become a mother and a wife

But things were not so rosey

This man he treat her bad

He used to shout and hit her

Her life had turned out sad

So being on the bottom

She did an awful thing

She got a bottle and some tablets

And never left a thing

Her husband he did find her

Called for help and aid

They rushed to the hospital

Her life was duly saved

But the damage had took it's toll

And her head was never right

She's now confined to a wheelchair

Morning, noon and night

So I wrote this poem

For a girl who might have been

Not stuck in a chair for life

But treated like a Queen

Author's Note

This poem is 100% fact. Dawn used to come over to my house every Monday night and we'd hang out and she had a thing for Hangman. We'd take it in turns to put up words and try and guess what they were. I foolishly put up a rude word (SEX, please remember we were about 12 at the time) and she got really upset. She said that she liked me but because of that game she wasn't sure if we could be anything more than friends. We eventually went our separate ways and one day my dad came in from work (he was a barber) and said a customer who had been her neighbour had told him what had happened to her. This was nearly 30 years ago when he told me and I still haven't gotten over that game.