The teenager chatters to his dad <br /> As he speeds the interstate and brags <br /> About how fast he drives his car <br /> He hears his nagging grandmother say, "Luck, so far". <br /> His mother sits behind him and prays <br /> That he'll come to his senses and stop this craze <br /> Later, she'll take him off and chew him out <br /> And suffer in agony as they shout <br /> She'll ask him to vision a scene on the side of the road <br /> Two little girls and a teenager robbed of a chance to grow old <br /> How can we reach this boy before it's too late <br /> Get him to understand that lives are not his to take <br /> Shall we explain the distance objects travel after impact <br /> And tell him that is a proven fact <br /> Will he listen as we preach <br /> Keeping him and others alive is what we seek <br /> I hope he gets the message and lives a very long time <br /> To write his grandson such caring messages in rhyme.<br /><br />Edith Lo Bue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-grandson/
