Describes the night my friend & I stole a car, crashed & he was killed. |
My vision was blurred...my gate clumsy Those beers sure did a job on me Jim said “Let's go”, and opportunity knocked If only I had known what was to be “The keys are in it, Jim... let's go for a drive” What his face said, I brushed aside Then, "No"...but I was having none of it Time for some peer pressure to be applied “What a pussy you are, Jim” And a look came to his eye My challenge had been to his honour “Ok,” he said...I had no idea the tears I would cry My smile was intense, and his silence said it all An unwilling passenger, along for the ride With no clue where to go, I just followed the path Laid out by fate...like being carried by the tide He did one last thing before his demise Perhaps he thought I was driving too fast I still remember it like it was yesterday Although forty years have now passed As we drove along that cold dark road Jim leaned over and across my chest My seat belt was snapped into place Why not for himself, is anyone's guess In the distance, I saw our destiny approach A broken-down car in the emergency lane Time and motion slowed, as we slid across that road Hitting an embankment...rolling over again and again I was hanging by the seat belt Jim had secured Jammed...along with hissing and the smell of fuel I called out for him, but he was gone Who lives, who dies, and who makes the rules? The enormity of it all, I could not bear Overwhelmed by grief, and the reality he had died I prayed to God every night, “God please, take me instead” Wishing it was a bad dream and we could again be side by side But prayers are only answered for the deserving I decided to join him, but the attempt failed Forty years ago, yet I still feel the pain Still wondering about his actions, and what it entailed Was it me, or was it fate, who took him that night? Crying tears of sadness, regret and shame If I hadn't said to him, what I said that night Was peer pressure to blame? I still ask myself why he did what he did Saving my life, but not his own An answer never to be disclosed Until years later I was shown Twin girls, born so small they looked like dolls And when I held them, my mind was blown It dawned on me why Jim had saved my life And why he had left me so alone Because any change to our past And our present wouldn't exist at all I would never have held those girls Or watched them grow so tall When they had grown, I told them about Jim About his sacrifice...so they might live Our respect for him is immeasurable Along with all the love in our hearts, we can give |