A Doomed Youth

Tue, 05/31/2016 - 18:04 -- chelsym

He raced his friends to his grave.

And he beat them to it.

The negative effects of his actions, he did learn-

But it was slightly too late.

Now as his soul wonders in purgatory.

He prays his friends learnt from his mistakes.

Had he gotten the chance, he would have walked slowly down the Path of life,

And let Death stop for him instead.

 

She danced her way to the after-life.

Night after night, club after club, music was her soul.

A sweet 18 year old gone with the passing of the wind.

She could have stayed home and prayed.

But instead with her peers, in the clubs they played.

Tis’ true, most problems start in the back of a car.

She did it once, she did it twice- drunk driving was their thing.

But when the car overlapped and wailings got louder.

For her- death was the next best thing.

 

The silent 16 year old girl- they never knew her quite.

But she did- and as she watched other teenagers’ lives unfold and end All at once,

She stayed home and prayed.

Thanked God for the friends she never had,

For at least her life she managed to keep.

In the end they all had a choice ,

And each was resulted accordingly.

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