The keys are in. <br />Our belts are on. <br />Now its time <br />To turn it on. <br /> <br />The engine revs. <br />The car gets warm <br />As we leave <br />Before the storm. <br /> <br />We will get there <br />You will see <br />We will get there <br />My friend and me <br /> <br />To the prom <br /> Is where we will go <br />The roads are slick <br />With ice and snow <br /> <br />Ten short minutes <br />We will drive that night <br />The end of this <br />Will be a fright <br /> <br /> <br />The bridge was far <br />Too slick for me <br /> My car slid off <br />And hit a tree <br /> <br />Two wooden crosses <br />Are on that spot <br />Some may see them <br />Some may not <br /> <br />We did not make it <br /> On that day <br />“They did not make it” <br />All will say <br /> <br />We did not make it <br />To our prom <br />“They did not make it” <br />They’ll tell my mom<br /><br />Anthony Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-wooden-crosses/
