Little crosses, 'side the road,
Ended lives, bodies cold.
Crashing metal, squealing brakes,
Sadness, grief, an error makes.
Lack of judgement, maybe drinking,
In a hurry, no one thinking.
Out of time, grieving friends,
Way too late, to make amends.
No more hopes, no more schemes,
Gone forever, youthful dreams.
Pick a casket, fill a plot,
A life that was, now is not.
Little crosses, where they died,
Little crosses, where we cried.
Little crosses, casting darts,
Standing silent, breaking hearts.
Andrew H. Ellis
1.22.97 Copyright 2007