This morning he was playing ball <br />This man and his two boys. <br />But he’ll never play again <br />With any of their toys. <br /> <br />This Afternoon brought ice-cream cones <br />For him and his two boys. <br />The last ones shared between the three <br />The end to all their joys. <br /> <br />This evening brought a drunkard by <br />The car with dad and boys. <br />Ran a red light now he is gone <br />Two families now destroyed. <br /> <br />(12/4/05)<br /><br />Shannon Chapel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boy-s-day-out/
