Someone is crying this morning, <br />Someone is weeping in pain, <br />Someone is wishing they had it <br />To do all over again. <br /> <br />The dark rubber burns on the pavement, <br />The splatter of glass on the road, <br />Are indications that someone <br />Had on too much of a load. <br /> <br />The screech of the tires in the moonlight, <br />A split second etched on the brain, <br />A nightmare flash to be relived <br />Over and over again. <br /> <br />Someone is making excuses, <br />Bragging to cover the shame, <br />Deceived by a cup with a promise <br />That it wouldn't happen to him. <br /> <br />Revelers sit up and take warning. <br />Calamity is never planned. <br />Hope is a foolish taskmaster <br />When holding a drink in its hand. <br /> <br /> <br />*Written June 3,1984. <br />Perhaps a reader may recognize the <br />scene which inspired this poem.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skid-marks/
