One of 6000

Six Thousand Teen Age Drivers a year lose their lives in car accidents in the United States.

 

One of 6000

 

Leaving for bliss or leaving for toil

Following that flattened path of soil

Many return from journeys such

But even one loss seems too much

 

What fate will touch on ones you love?

What call may come as from above?

Will you have one returning soon,

Or will they be too early entombed?

 

We see on print, we see on screen,

Streets so cold and roads so mean,

Lights flash and the sirens scream

As if to chase away that untimely fate.

 

Arriving too late, for the cards played out

As one of six thousand without a shout

Goes out of this world and on above

Into the hands of the ultimate love

 

Lest we forget, a cross may mark

That last breath taken of some parents’ child.

Silent remembrance of a life grown cold,

Lest we forget as memories grow old.

 

Thousand upon thousands may leave today,

And at the end, most may stay.

Six thousand souls to never return,

To hear the words so soft yet stern.

 

This is for one, this is for all

Yet we know the number one seems small,

Shall that one saved today

Be the child you watched at play?

 

George O. (Pete) Love

7/05/2007

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[gcp]

So much harder when they are still children.

I like the use of mid-line rhyme across stanza gaps - much / touch - late / fate